Character: Guillaume Fontaine

Enjoy! Is it possible to call the dwelling of the writer? So rich and so... ugly.
Must live or in a beautiful location or in the cell.

My good friend, you don't know life. This whore with an iron character. It will curb you how and all other...

- What do you think? she asked.
- The eternal question of any woman to any man.
But men never say what they think... I'm all yours and you all mine... nunca serás todo mío.

Love, like magic, gives rise to memories of the wonderful past, though the past is not necessarily was wonderful.

Old age, he thought, is not decrepitude, and deliverance. Life without any effort have to come back to the nature from which it came. If the person is slowly dying, is the possibility of unity with the world. Several times he repeated: "Joyful harmony."

That matters? Friendship. But not jealous friendship. Friendship that is based on mutual respect, kinship feelings, especially if it's a friendship between a man and a woman, full of sensuality, but not... uh... not burnt by jealousy.

That matters? Wander through the library, to take at random any book turned over the pages, suddenly to stumble upon a phrase that will delight the; count of the author, that was the faithful companion of his youth; to feel the joy because you found a new one, and my own feelings all the same...