We efface an hour by passionate love, without twists, without aftertaste. When it is finished, it is not finished, we lie still in each other's arms lulled by our love, by tenderness -- sensuality in which the whole being can participate.

Then at certain moments I remember one of his words and I suddenly feel the sensual woman flaring up, as if violently caressed. I say the word to myself, with joy. It is at such a moment that my true body lives.

Good things happen to those who hustle.

Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.

If a person continues to see giants, it means he is still looking at the world through the eyes of a child.

The softness of the summer day like an ermine paw.

We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them.