You promised to take care of me and not to turn your back on me. How is it possible that you never wrote to me even once and you never came back to see me? Do you think that it is fun for me to spend months, even years, without any news, without any hope!

When you left on Saturday, I felt a horrible void, I saw you everywhere, on the beach, in your room, in the garden: impossible for me to get used to the idea that you had left.

I have been back in Paris for two weeks. Nothing new. Life is still bitter.

I am scared; I don't know what is going to happen to me. What was the point of working so hard and of being talented, to be rewarded like this? Never a penny, tormented all my life. It is horrible; one cannot imagine it.

When surroundings change, we should also change how we make money.

A financial crisis is a great time for professional investors and a horrible time for average ones.

No writer has a right to make that much money. Indeed, without diabolical assistance, no writer can.

My mother is an office manager, my father a professor of economics and financial planner.