It Would Be Bad Form For Me

I Was Thinking That I Should Be Content To Kiss Him Until The Break Of Day. Bertrand Ran Out Of Kisses Too Soon; Desire Made Them Superfluous In His Eyes. They Were Only A Stage On The Road To Pleasure, Not Something Inexhaustible And Self-sufficient, As Luc Had Revealed Them To Me.

The One Thing I Regret Is That I Will Never Have Time To Read All The Books I Want To Read.

There Are Moments When You Feel Trapped, Ill At Ease. A Year Later The Same Feeling Can Turn Out To Be The Theme Of A Book.

Curiosity Is The Beginning Of Wisdom.

I Did Not Find Him Absurd. I Saw He Was Kind, That He Was On The Verge Of Real Love. I Thought It Would Be Nice For Me To Be In Love With Him, Too.