Tropical nights are hammocks for lovers.

The creative personality never remains fixed on the first world it discovers. It never resigns itself to anything.

The only transformer and alchemist that turns everything into gold is love. The only magic against death, aging, ordinary life, is love.

He has, like me, a sense of smell. I let him inhale me, then I slip away.

It is my secrecy which makes you unhappy, my evasions, my silences. And so I have found a solution. Whenever you get desperate with my mysteries, my ambiguities, here is a set of Chinese puzzle boxes. You have always said that I was myself a Chinese puzzle box. When you are in the mood and I baffle your love of confidences, your love of openness, your love of sharing experiences, then open one of the boxes. And in it you will find a story, a story about me and my life. Do you like this idea? Do you think it will help us to live together?

The way to recognize a dead word is that it exudes boredom.

How well I know with what burning intensity you live. You have experienced many lives already, including several you have shared with me- full rich lives from birth to death, and you just have to have these rest periods in between.