Around here, we're as happy as God in France.
If I had to give a definition of happiness, it would be this: happiness needs nothing but itself; it doesn’t have to be validated.
When the conversation turns too quickly to films,I see it as a sign of weakness.
I am not a great planner, so I have just a vague idea. And then I start to find out what kind of book I actually want to write.
The stupid woman is the one who thinks she doesn’t need any help.
In one way or another, every parent is curious what their children... what are they doing when we don't see?... What double lives are they leading? Is there something else?