Nothing Brings On Jealousy Like Laughter.

The One Thing I Regret Is That I Will Never Have Time To Read All The Books I Want To Read.

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.

Passion Is The Salt Of Life, And That At The Times When We Are Under Its Spell This Salt Is Indispensable To Us, Even If We Have Got Along Very Well Without It Before.

We Are Torn Between The Craving To Know And The Despair Of Having Known.

He Refused Categorically All Ideas Of Fidelity Or Serious Commitments. He Explained That They Were Arbitrary And Sterile. From Anyone Else Such Views Would Have Shocked Me, But I Knew That In His Case They Did Not Exclude Tenderness And Devotion - Feelings Which Came All The More Easily To Him Since He Was Determined That They Should Be Transient.