...as long as nothing happens between them, the memory is cursed with what hasn't happened.

People come to Paris, to the capital, to give their lives a sense of belonging, of an almost mythical participation in society.

When you wept it was just over yourself and not because of the marvelous impossibility of reaching her through the difference that separates you.

For that's what a woman, a mother wants - to teach her children to take an interest in life. She knows it's safer for them to be interested in other people's happiness than to believe in their own.

Even so you have managed to live that love in the only way possible for you. Losing it before it happened.

In a certain state of mind, all trace of feeling is banished. Whenever I remain silent in a certain way, I don't love you, have you noticed that?

In a thousand years time this day will have existed for a thousand years to the day. And the ignorance of the whole world about what they've said today will have a date too.