Happiness Has Always Seemed To Me A

One Partner Is Always More In Love Than The Other.

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.

Pity Is An Agreeable Sentiment, Uplifting Like Military Music.

No One, But No One, Ever Behaves 'well' In Bed Unless They Love Or Are Loved - Two Conditions Seldom Fulfilled.

For Me Writing Is A Question Of Finding A Certain Rhythm. I Compare It To The Rhythms Of Jazz.