Belles-Lettres

Future is a trap set right in the middle of your brain. It's hard to deny life's little ironies. You have no immunity against life. Love was a miracle the flesh could not copy. Being bored is when you haven't anything to do, so what would you be doing? Intelligence is a gift and madness is an instinct. A genius can get into a worse mess than an idiot. The deeper the love, the sharper the flesh aches. Romantic dreams leave no trace. Erring in ones choice of boyfriend is a woman's great humiliation. One draws near in order to separate in the end. How blessed a woman like me should feel: young, good looking, smart and a professional. Shadows float about recording thousands of shapes and hopeless situations. When bad things happen to you, everything goes haywire. You need not worry. When you wake up, tomorrow is the day after the one before. He was the fire of my life and the impetus behind my work, he was inexpressible sweetness and pain perfectly beautiful rose resurrecte...

The profound moral perversity of a world that rests essentially on non-existence of return. We live everything as it comes without warning. What happens but once might as well not happen at all. The only relationship that can make both partners happy is in which sentimentality has no place and neither partner makes any claim on the life and freedom of the other. Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation but in the desire for shared sleep. Those years were more attractive in retrospect. He was enjoying the sweet lightness of being. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination. Only necessity is heavy and only what is heavy has value. Life cannot be an experiment thus there's no room for hypothesis. Co-incidence means that two events unexpectedly happen at the same time, they meet. Without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times ...

She doesn't want to write a book that a reader wont understand and would feel ashamed for not understanding. Making each sentence serve her and not the other way around. When she lived at home, the things she looked at scolded her and made her feel sad and depressed. They said, "Wash me." They said, "Wash me." They said, "Lazy." They said, "You ought." You can never have too much of sky. A home in a heart, a house made of heart. "...who left and keeps leaving." I am the one nobody comes for. I have began my own quiet war. Simple. Sure. I am one who leaves the table like a man, without putting back the chair or picking up the plate.