Françoise Sagan and Jean Seberg, photo frm The Second Pass
I spent the weekend with my "not yet read" pile. We had a delicious time lolling about in bed together.
Was it raining during that first kiss? Did he say goodbye with downcast eyes? I don't know. I was living too intensely. And it was only when I let others live in my place, when I read about them, that my own existence became at last wholly accesible to me. -With Fondest Regards, Françoise Sagan