He sounded good, didn't he?" added Franck. "He only stuttered eight times." "That's what I mean.

She was sound asleep when he came to curl up next to her. She grunted. "Don't worry. I'm too drunk, I won't do anything," he murmered. As she had her back to him, he placed his nose on her neck and slid his arm underneath her to be as close to her as possible. Short strands of her hair tickled his nostrils. "Camille?" Was she asleep? Was she pretending? No answer either way. "I like being with you." A little smile. Was she dreaming? Was she asleep? Who knows.

But friends, those I wanted to please? There are so few, so few... and you're one of them. You... because you have such a gift for life. You grab hold of it with both hands. You move, you dance, you know how to make the rain and the sunshine in a home. You have this incredible gift for making people around you happy. You're so at ease, so at ease on this little planet.

Life is stronger than you are, even when you deny it, even when you neglect it, even when you refuse to admit it.

Perhaps it's because it's incredible to meet someone and say: with this person, I'm happy.

He sounded good, didn't he?" added Franck. "He only stuttered eight times." "That's what I mean.

What keeps people from living together is their stupidity, not their differences.