albinos aren't reproached for having pink eyes and whitish hair, why should they hold it again me for being a lesbian? It's a question of nature: my queerness isn't a vice, isn't 'deliberate,' and harms no one.

I love the love of those who are far enough away, it becomes whatever I wish to believe it.

Novels are longer than life.

The past is such a subtle thing. [But] in the end, nothing else exists, everything is made of the past, even the future.

When you're in love you never really know whether your elation comes from the qualities of the one you love, or if it attributes them to her; whether the light which surrounds her like a halo comes from you, from her, or from the meeting of your sparks.

Fashion: the search for a new absurdity.

Some people make it hard for me to believe in universal evolution.