It Would Be Bad Form

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.

When You Make A Decision To Write According To A Set Schedule And Really Stick To It, You Find Yourself Writing Very Fast. At Least I Do.

Art Must Take Reality By Surprise.

One Can Never Speak Enough Of The Virtues, The Dangers, The Power Of Shared Laughter.

Houses Are For Private Living, For Friends, And For Dogs.