Life has confirmed for me the thoughts and impressions I had when I was 18, as if it was all intuition.
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.
I think the best way to waste time is to try to save time.
Love is worth whatever it costs.
Houses are for private living, for friends, and for dogs.
For this was the round of love: fear which leads on desire, tenderness and fury, and that brutal anguish which triumphantly follows pleasure.