Dogs are dogs, you sometimes think that they are not but they are. And they always are here there and everywhere.
You are so afraid of losing your moral sense that you are not willing to take it through anything more dangerous than a mud-puddle.
It is not what France gave you but what it did not take from you that was important.
Love: the skillful audacity required to share an inner life.
This joy you feel is life.
She always says she dislikes the abnormal, it is so obvious. She says the normal is so much more simply complicated and interesting.