Quotes by Michèle Bernstein

I always wake up early in a strange bed. I looked at Bertrand, I wonder about him. There was a sort of easy grace in whatever he did, He didnt talk much. I watched this boy sleeping beside me. God, was he tall, and handsome. I was surprised, during the night, when hes told me he was only nineteen. I never would have imagined this kind of cool confidence could come so early to a person. But nineteen, after all, wasnt so far off. I remembered how stupid I was in my relations with other people then.

Vodka goes well with a wintery perspective. Nothing else provokes such presentiments of falling snow except, for some, the communist seizure of the state.