Go Further Than You Planned. Ask For

I Have Spent Every New Year's Eve Since 1992 In Lourdes. I Spend The Hour Of My Birth Every Year In The Grotto. It's A Place With Meaning For Me.

A Writer Always Wears Glasses And Never Combs His Hair. Half The Time He Feels Angry About Everything And The Other Half Depressed. He Spends Most Of His Life In Bars, Arguing With Other Dishevelled, Bespectacled Writers. He Says Very 'deep' Things. He Always Has Amazing Ideas For The Plot Of His Next Novel, And Hates The One He Has Just Published.

Love Accepts Its Companion Unconditionally And Allow Each To Grow In His Or Her Own Way.

I Love You', Though, Were Three Words She Had Often Heard During Her Twenty-two Years, And It Seemed To Her That They Were Now Completely Devoid Of Meaning, Because They Had Never Turned Into Anything Serious Or Deep, Never Translated Into A Lasting Relationship.

Love Does Not Ask Many Questions, Because With Thinking Comes Fear. This Might Be The Fear Of Being Scorned, Of Being Rejected, Or Of Breaking The Spell. However Ridiculous This May Seem, That Is How It Is. This Is Why One Does Not Ask, One Acts.