When you make a decision to write according to a set schedule and really stick to it, you find yourself writing very fast. At least I do.

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

I've read Proust and Stendhal. That keeps you in your place.

The one thing I regret is that I will never have time to read all the books I want to read.

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 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.

To jealousy, nothing is more frightful than laughter.