Love Is Worth Whatever It Costs.

I Have Loved To The Point Of Madness; That Which Is Called Madness, That Which To Me, Is The Only Sensible Way To Love.

Nothing Brings On Jealousy Like Laughter.

All My Life, I Will Continue Obstinately To Write About Love, Solitude And Passion Among The Kind Of People I Know. The Rest Don't Interest Me.

It Amused Me To Think That One Can Tell The Truth When One Is Drunk And Nobody Will Believe It.

After Proust, There Are Certain Things That Simply Cannot Be Done Again. He Marks Off For You The Boundaries Of Your Talent.