I am dead. I have no desire for you. My body no longer wants the one who doesn’t love.

I am dead. I have no desire for you. My body no longer wants the one who doesn’t love.

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.

a writer is a foreign country

We, her children, are heroic, dersperate.

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?

Banality is sometimes striking.