“3. I encounter millions of bodies in my life; of these millions, I may desire some hundreds; but of these hundreds, I only love one. The other with whom I am in love designates for me the specialty of my desire. This choice, so rigorous that it retains only the Unique, constitutes, it is said, the difference between the analytical transference and the amorous transference; one is universal, the other specific. It has taken many accidents, many surprising coincidences (and perhaps many efforts), for me to find the Image which, out of a thousand, suits my desire.[…]”
..."I alone have my heart."
"You wait for me where I do not want to go:
you love me where I do not exist.
the world and I are not interested in the same thing..."
happy and/or tormenting remembrance of an object,
a gesture, a scene,
linked to the loved being and marked by the intrusion
of the imperfect tense into the grammar of the
I wish I was good; really really good at something!
And if I am good at something, I wish I knew what that something was.
"In an age when celebrities, politicians, arts, sexes and
religions are completely disposable,
why do we expect love to be different?"
"Being photographed does not make a man a good writer.
It doesn't make a man anything."
when I put my arms around you, I mean it.