Yasmina Reza

sleeping guy is a guy who’s dropped you.

In a way I’m closer to Ginette Anicé than I am to my husband.

I did something I hadn’t done in thirty years.

A terrible anguish gripped me. I no longer understood

I miss Denner. A man dead thirty years ago you suddenly miss.

It made me angry that he wouldn’t care about getting me out of the situation.

“What’s going to happen to my aunt without me? She has nobody else.”

When I was around twelve, I was waiting for love to give me back my lost identity

“You seem to be awfully concerned with this man’s life . . .”
“Yes . . .”

And I can say that this is what I’ve always liked about JeanLino—the way he carried the landscape inside him, without guarding against anything.