I always believe things are going to work out.
It is healthier to see the good points of others than to analyze our own bad ones.
The happiness of others is never bearable for very long.
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.
For me writing is a question of finding a certain rhythm. I compare it to the rhythms of jazz.
For what are we looking for if not to please? I do not know if the desire to attract others comes from a superabundance of vitality, possessiveness, or the hidden, unspoken need to be reassured.