Paris-new York, The Two High

You Marry The Day You Realize The Human Defects Of Your Love.

I Believe One Writes Because One Has To Create A World In Which One Can Live.

The Bed Must Be A Beautiful Place, Not Only Because You Make Love There But Because You Dream There As Well.

He Had A Mania For Washing And Disinfecting Himself. . . . For Him The Only Danger Came From The Microbes That Attacked The Body. He Had Not Studied The Microbe Of Conscience Which Eats Into The Soul.

We Love Best Those Who Are, Or Act For Us, A Self We Do Not Wish To Be Or Act Out.