She knew that there were all kinds of ways to make a conquest and that one of the surest roads to a woman's genitals was through her sadness.

All lovers unconsciously establish their own rules of the game, which from the outset admit of no transgression.

Making love with a woman and sleeping with a woman are two separate passions, not merely different but opposite. Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation (a desire that extends to an infinite number of women) but in the desire for shared sleep (a desire limited to one woman).

For the body is temporal and thought is eternal and the shimmering essence of flame is an image of thought.

Any new possibility that existence acquires, even the least likely, transforms everything about existence.

Every love relationship rests on an unwritten agreement unthinkingly concluded by the lovers in the first weeks of their love. They are still in a kind of dream but at the same time, without knowing it, are drawing up, like uncompromising lawyers, the detailed clauses of their contract. O lovers! Be careful in those dangerous first days! Once you've brought breakfast in bed you'll have to bring it forever, unless you want to be accused of lovelessness and betrayal.

Metaphors are dangerous. Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.