As a child I made a pact with my mother. I agreed that we were doomed, that she and I abided together in a cocoon of melancholy.

Everything was new, now I’m a junkie, I seem to need more severe doses of experience to feel anything.

When you love a woman, you love yourself, and it's terrible really, how it seems perfectly possible to swallow the other. With a man you want to join, you want your ribs to connect like handcuffs. But with a woman if you swallow, she becomes you.

A good biography is the richest experience. When you watch a TV series together with someone is like being in a novel with them.

I knew you could find a certain relief in begging God, it had helped me, but on the other hand, God never answered directly and that was always depressing.

I always think to myself, being human, having crushes now, what is it about that person that I really want? What do they represent? More freedom? Someone to care for me more? It's never really about the person.

Maybe all spirits flew to Paris, not only French ones. Could you haunt a place you'd never been?