The love of my life.

Forget it! Critics are like leeches sucking the blood of writers.

September 28th 1997. It is exactly 11am. At the funfair, near the ghost train, the marshmallow twister is twisting. Meanwhile, on a bench in Villette Square, Felix Lerbier learns there are more links in his brain than atoms in the universe. Meanwhile, at the Sacre Cœur, the nuns are practicing their backhand. The temperature is 24°C, humidity 70%, atmospheric pressure 999 millibars.

A satisfied life is better than a successful life. Because our success is measured by others, but our satisfaction is measured by our own soul, mind and heart.

Not all storms come to disrupt your life, some come to clear your path.

Not to know is bad, not to wish to know is worse.

Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.

«You can never understand one language until you understand at least two».

«Learning is a treasure that will follow its owner everywhere».

Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.

Even when love isn’t enough…somehow it is.