When one is pretending the entire body revolts.

I like extravagance. Letters which give the postman a stiff back to carry, books which overflow from their covers, sexuality which bursts the thermometers.

Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous.

She makes use of the soft of the bread for a napkin. She falls asleep at times with shoes on, on unmade beds. When a little money comes in, June buys delicacies, strawberries in the winter, caviar and bath salts.

I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.

The value of the personal relationship to all things is that it creates intimacy and intimacy creates understanding and understanding creates love.

They courted the face on the screen, the face of translucence, the face of wax on which men found it possible to imprint the image of their fantasy.