“ We thread our way through a moving forest of ice-cream cones and crimson thighs. Jean-Dominique Bauby
“ Vincent had ten major ideas every week: three brilliant, five good, and two ridiculous. Jean-Dominique Bauby
“ In that hothouse atmosphere, criminal records bloomed like orchids all around us. Jean-Dominique Bauby
“ Want to play hangman? asks Theophile, and I ache to tell him that I have enough on my plate playing quadriplegic. But my communication system disqualifies repartee: the keenest rapier grows dull and f… Jean-Dominique Bauby
“ Far from such din, when blessed silence returns, I can listen to the butterflies that flutter inside my head. To hear them, one must be calm and pay close attention, for their wingbeats are barely aud… Jean-Dominique Bauby
“ I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past recede. My old life still burns within me, but more and more of it is reduced to th… Jean-Dominique Bauby
“ I could spend whole days at Cinecittà. There, I am the greatest director of all time. On the town side, I reshoot the close-ups for Touch of Evil. Down at the beach, I rework the dolly shots for Stage… Jean-Dominique Bauby
“ Other letters simply relate the small events that punctuate the passage of time: roses picked at dusk, the laziness of a rainy Sunday, a child crying himself to sleep. Capturing the moment, these smal… Jean-Dominique Bauby
