I had a strong desire to write and some free time.

All my life, I will continue obstinately to write about love, solitude and passion among the kind of people I know. The rest don't interest me.

No one talks about money more than people who have too much of it.

Marriage? It's like asparagus eaten with vinaigrette or hollandaise, a matter of taste but of no importance.

The happiness of people who are in love and who are loved shows in their faces. They have an expression that's at once very far away and very much part of the present.

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.

Passion is the salt of life, and that at the times when we are under its spell this salt is indispensable to us, even if we have got along very well without it before.