When I stand at the top of the Champs-Elysées, with its chestnut trees in flower, its undulations of shining cars, its white spaciousness, I feel as if I were biting into a utopian fruit, something velvety and lustrous and rich and vivid.

We did not touch each other. We were both leaning over the abyss.

Will you come down and kiss me good night?

There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do.

The bed must be a beautiful place, not only because you make love there but because you dream there as well.

I am in great terror of your understanding by which you penetrate into my world; and then I stand revealed and I have shared my kingdom with you.

I believe that in judging our actions we are more severe than professional judges. We judge not only our actions, but our thoughts, our intentions, our secret curses, our hidden hate.