All That Remains Of That Minute Is

The Best Way To Fill Time Is To Waste It.

I Am Dead. I Have No Desire For You. My Body No Longer Wants The One Who Doesn’t Love.

Nowhere Is One More Alone Than In Paris ... And Yet Surrounded By Crowds. Nowhere Is One More Likely To Incur Greater Ridicule. And No Visit Is More Essential.

Very Early In My Life It Was Too Late.

Men Like Women Who Write. Even Though They Don't Say So. A Writer Is A Foreign Country.