I Don't Listen To Music

I Let It Go. It's Like Swimming Against The Current. It Exhausts You. After A While, Whoever You Are, You Just Have To Let Go, And The River Brings You Home.

All Those Moments, Those Memories. Everything That We Are, Compressed In Just Two Or Three Kilos Of Paper — The Weight Of A Human Heart.

Guilleaume Left La Praline With A Small Bag Of Florentines In His Pocket; Before He Had Turned The Corner Of Avenue Des Francs Bourgeois I Saw Him Stoop To Offer One To The Dog. A Pat, A Bark, A Wagging Of The Short Stubby Tail. As I Said, Some People Never Have To Think About Giving.

I'm Incapable Of Hiding My Feelings When I'm Around Someone I Don't Like.

I've Never Been Very Good At Leaving Things Behind. I Tried, But I Have Always Left Fragments Of Myself There Too, Like Seeds Awaiting Their Chance To Grow.