La femme ne sait pas séparer l'âme du corps. - Charles Baudelaire

Inspiration comes of working every day.

It always seems to me that I should feel well in the place where I am not.

Which one of us has not dreamed, on ambitious days, of the miracle of a poetic prose: musical, without rhythm or rhyme; adaptable enough and discordant enough to conform to the lyrical movements of the soul, the waves of revery, the jolts of consciousness?<p>Above all else, it is residence in the teeming cities, it is the crossroads of numberless relations that gives birth to this obsessional ideal.