The happiness of others is never bearable for very long.

I did not find him absurd. I saw he was kind, that he was on the verge of real love. I thought it would be nice for me to be in love with him, too.

I like men to behave like men. I like them strong and childish.

There is no such thing as an ideal man. The ideal man is the man you love at the moment.

I feel sorry for men. They have more problems than women, because they now have to compete with women.

Writing is just having a sheet of paper, a pen and not a shadow of an idea of what you are going to say.

For this was the round of love: fear which leads on desire, tenderness and fury, and that brutal anguish which triumphantly follows pleasure.