It is impossible to explain. But what I like most is to eat.

his mysterious resources had awakened in her a curiosity that was difficult to resist, but she had never imagined that curiosity was one of the many masks of love.

His place was always set at the table, in case he rturned from the dead without warning .

It is life, more than death, that has no limits.

There is always something left to love.

There was no sleeper more elegant than she, with her curved body posed for a dance and her hand across her forehead, but there was also no one more ferocious when anyone disturbed the sensuality of her thinking she was still asleep when she no longer was.

The world was reduced to the surface of her skin and her inner self was safe from all bitterness.