Eyes gluey, brain clogged up. As usual I get into the lift with my head down, on auto-pilot. But today is different because her scent is in here. And she’s here too. In a moment of panic I turn ... [+]
Judith! I went past you during class. Your head bent down over the desk, your slender neck and the tendrils of hair escaping from your ponytail.
Judith! I am totally in love.
Your knees are ... [+]
Music at full blast. Too bad about the neighbours.
A delicious shiver runs through my body. My feet, timid at first, start to tap out the rhythm. A little swaying of the hips, then head ... [+]
It was the summer of 1936. In Paris. At the Balajo. Rue de Lappe. Near the Bastille. A public dance. Musicians with a fag in their mouth and a half of cold beer within reach. Crystal ball spinning... [+]
I’ve never set one damn foot in New York City. Oh, but I have seen Escape from New York, where a one-eyed Kurt Russell surveys the Big Apple, now transformed into a prison. But I have never put ... [+]
I, Dionysus, the son of Zeus and Semele,
God living among mortals,
God roaming over this beloved land,
Preferring the roughness of the ground beneath my bare feet to the softness of the ... [+]
The hands of the clock are going round. Any minute now, thinking time will be over. But I still need a few moments to clarify the situation.
I know very well that this is not the time to ... [+]
Indifference kills. It is as pitiless towards higher intelligences as it is to the most primitive of beings. The truth is the same for all. Tight lips and absent stares are deadly poisons.
Henry Banner is my friend. We are never apart, he stays by my side from morning to night. He will always be there for me when things are tough. The problem with Henry is that he doesn’t have a ... [+]
The steppe. Infinite frontier. Grassy kingdom. In its vastness a cousin to the sea. The wind had made it its playground. It could roam there until it ran out of breath, with no obstacles.
As far back as she can remember, Lilly’s memories of her childhood are all tinged with melancholy.
She can picture herself dragging her original misery into nursery school, being bored in ... [+]
On this July night, the sky gradually darkens and covers the seventy hectares of the American cemetery with its black veil.
It has been a splendid day; the air is laden with the soft scents of... [+]