“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 didn't talk much. I watched this boy sleeping beside me. God,… — Michèle Bernstein Copy Share Image
“Vodka goes well with a wintery perspective. Nothing else provokes such presentiments of falling snow except, for some, the communist seizure of the state.” — Michèle Bernstein Copy Share Image
“I always wake up early in a strange bed. I looked at Bertrand, I wonder about him. There was a sort of easy grace… — Michèle Bernstein Copy Share Image
