I leave before being left. I decide.
It is sad to grow old but nice to ripen.
I am leaving the town to the invaders: increasingly numerous, mediocre, dirty, badly behaved, shameless tourists.
I really wanted to die at certain periods in my life. Death was like love, a romantic escape. I took pills because I didn't want to throw myself off my balcony and know people would photograph me lying dead below.
It is better to be unfaithful than faithful without wanting to be.
Women get more unhappy the more they try to liberate themselves.