I've often found myself preferring second-rate people to supposedly superior people, simply and solely because of their uncontrollable tendency to bang themselves against the sides of life's vast lampshade like fireflies or moths.
Nothing brings on jealousy like laughter.
happiness has always seemed to me a great achievement.
I've read Proust and Stendhal. That keeps you in your place.
I shall live badly if I do not write, and I shall write badly if I do not live.
I was thinking that I should be content to kiss him until the break of day. Bertrand ran out of kisses too soon; desire made them superfluous in his eyes. They were only a stage on the road to pleasure, not something inexhaustible and self-sufficient, as Luc had revealed them to me.