Love Is, Above All, The Gift Of

Everything Ends This Way In France — Everything. Weddings, Christenings, Duels, Burials, Swindlings, Diplomatic Affairs — Everything Is A Pretext For A Good Dinner.

I Like Reality. It Tastes Like Bread.

All Children Are Sweet At Five. But At Twelve They Begin To Get Silly.

I Don't Want People To Love Me. It Makes For Obligations.

Each Of Us Has A Day .. When He Has To Accept, Finally, The Fact That He Is A Man.