"Ce qui embellit le désert," dit le petit prince, "C'est qu'il cache un puits quelque part."
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Dreamland
"I'd felt myself stretching tighter and tighter, like a rubber band pulled to the point of snapping. And now, I could feel the smaller, weaker parts of myself beginning to fray, tiny bits giving way before the big break."
Sunday, August 5, 2012
The Paris Wife
"More and more I found myself at a loss for words and didn't want to hear other people talking either. Their conversations seemed false and empty. I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone."
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