One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.

Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.

I shed more tears than God could ever have required.

Je est un autre. (I is someone else).

Love...no such thing. Whatever it is that binds families and married couples together, that's not love. That's stupidity or selfishness or fear. Love doesn't exist. Self interest exists, attachment based on personal gain exists, complacency exists. But not love. Love has to be reinvented, that’s certain.

Then you'll feel your cheek scratched... A little kiss, like a crazy spider, Will run round your neck... And you'll say to me : "Find it !" bending your head - And we'll take a long time to find that creature - Which travels a lot.

I could never throw Love out of the window.