“Live in the moment!”

“[Julie] had lived a great deal among lies, before plumping for a small life of her own, a sincere and restricted life from which all pretense, even in matters sensual, was banished. How many crazy decisions and allegiances to successive aspects fo the truth! Had she not, one day when her costume for a fancy dress had demanded short hair, cut off the great chestnut mane that fell below her waist when she let it down? 'I could have hired a wig,' she thought. 'I might also, at a pinch, have passed the rest of my life with Becker or Espivant. If it comes to that, I could also have gone on stirring puddings in a saucepan at Carneilhan. The things "one might have done" are, in fact, the things one could not do...”

“Entre les jeunes mariés ça va trop bien ou ça va trop mal. Et je ne sais pas lequel vaut le mieux. Mais ça ne va jamais tout seul.”

“Le blanc bleuté de ses yeux, presque aussi bleu que sa claire robe d’été, l’arrangement parfait et superflu de sa joue, de sa bouche et de ses paupières, ne le touchèrent pas.”

“Tu es comme l’odeur des roses (…) tu ôtes l’appétit.”

“…elle ne pouvait pas comprendre que l’humeur sensuelle d’un homme est une saison brève, dont le retour incertain n’est jamais un recommencement.”

“Put down everything that comes into your head and then you're a writer. But an author is one who can judge his own stuff's worth, without pity, and destroy most of it."(Casual Chance, 1964)”