In every relationship, sooner or later, there is a court scene. Accusations, counter-accusations, a trial, a verdict.
I'm sick of my own romanticism!
Nowhere is inhumanity more revealed than in hospitals.
Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous.
When I am most deeply rooted, I feel the wildest desire to uproot myself.
Now that I am moving, I am afraid. Where am I going?