My Love Of Pleasure Seems To Be

I Was Thinking That I Should Be Content To Kiss Him Until The Break Of Day. Bertrand Ran Out Of Kisses Too Soon; Desire Made Them Superfluous In His Eyes. They Were Only A Stage On The Road To Pleasure, Not Something Inexhaustible And Self-sufficient, As Luc Had Revealed Them To Me.

Illness Is The Opposite Of Freedom. It Makes Everything Impossible.

No One Talks About Money More Than People Who Have Too Much Of It.

The One Thing I Regret Is That I Will Never Have Time To Read All The Books I Want To Read.

I Shall Live Badly If I Do Not Write, And I Shall Write Badly If I Do Not Live.