“Hug the loved one, for a long time, gently, tenderly, madly, caress him to wear him out, grab him violently, like one pillages, then straddle him, dig him, then passionately breathe him, drink him, then to embrace him again, to cross and recross him, until one melts, until one loses oneself in him, until one dies in him in the middle of his arms, isn’t that, purely and simply, the marvel wonderful things ?” – Lydie Salvayre