It was like any other relationship, there was jealousy on both sides, there were split-ups and reconciliations. There were also fragmented moments of great peace and beauty. I often tried to get away from her and she tried to get away from me but it was difficult: Cupid, in his strange way, was really there.

Don’t do it. Don’t love me.

some men never die and some men never live but we're all alive tonight.

and now sometimes I'm interviewed, they want to hear about life and literature and I get drunk and hold up my cross-eyed, shot, runover de-tailed cat and I say,"look, look at this!" but they don't understand, they say something like,"you say you've been influenced by Celine?" no," I hold the cat up,"by what happens, by things like this, by this, by this!

so it's always a process of letting go, one way or another

I will put on my shoes and shirt and get out of here - it'll be better for all of us.

Her eyes always had a frantic, lost look. He could never cure her eyes of that.