I’m very perfectionistic and very lazy, which is a terrible combination.
Anything can happen in life, especially nothing.
On Sunday morning I went out for a while in the neighbourhood; I bought some raisin bread. The day was warm but a little sad, as Sundays often are in Paris, especially when one doesn’t believe in God.
Wisdom comes to us when it can no longer do any good.
Bookstores always remind me that there are good things in this world.
I like people to be unhappy because I like them to have souls.