One partner is always more in love than the other.

I dreamt of being a writer once I started to read. I started to write 'Bonjour Tristesse' in bistros around the Sorbonne. I finished it, I sent it to editors. It was accepted.

My love of pleasure seems to be the only consistent side of my character. Is it because I have not read enough?

Money may not buy happiness, but I'd rather cry in a Jaguar than on a bus.

To jealousy, nothing is more frightful than laughter.

The happiness of others is never bearable for very long.

Of course the illusion of art is to make one believe that great literature is very close to life, but exactly the opposite is true. Life is amorphous, literature is formal.