Let me sing you a waltz / Out of nowhere, out of my thoughts / Let me sing you a waltz / About this one night stand / You were, for me, that night / Everything I always dreamt of in life / But now you're gone / You are far gone / All the way to your island of rain / It was for you just a one night thing / But you were much more to me, just so you know / I don't care what they say / I know what you meant for me that day / I just want another try, I just want another night / Even if it doesn't seem quite right / You meant for me much more than anyone I've met before / One single night with you, little Jesse, is worth a thousand with anybody / I have no bitterness, my sweet / I'll never forget this one night thing / Even tomorrow in other arms, my heart will stay yours until I die / Let me sing you a waltz / Out of nowhere, out of my blues / Let me sing you a waltz / About this lovely one night stand
Do you consider the book to be autobiographical?
Uh, well, I mean... isn't everything autobiographical? I mean, we all see the world through our own little keyhole.
Baby, you are gonna miss that plane.
Were you there in Vienna, in December?
[about his marriage] I feel like I'm running a small nursery with someone I used to date.
I'm designed to feel slightly dissatisfied!
Memories are wonderful things, if you don't have to deal with the past.
Okay, I realize there are a lot of serious problems in the world.
Okay, thank you.
Okay. I mean, I don't even have one publisher in the whole Asian market.
An imperialist country can use that kind of thinking to justify their economic greed, you know. I - human rights...
Is there any particular imperialist country you have in mind, there, Frenchie?
Mmm, no, not really...
Maybe what I'm saying is, is the world might be evolving the way a person evolves. Right? Like, I mean, me for example. Am I getting worse? Am I improving? I don't know. When I was younger, I was healthier, but I was, uh, whacked with insecurity, you know? Now I'm older and my problems are deeper, but I'm more equipped to handle them.
One night I heard some noise on my fire excape, so I called 911. And the cops came eventually...
Yeah like three hours later.
[laughing] Yeah, after I had been raped and killed about 10 times.
[describing how she looks different] Skinnier, I think. A little thinner.
Did you think I was fat before?
Yeah, you thought I was a fatty. No, you thought I was a fatty! Yeah, you, you wrote a book about a fat French girl!
Seriously, all right, you look beautiful.
Life's hard. It's supposed to be. If we didn't suffer, we'd never learn anything.
It's amazing what perverts we've become in the past nine years.
At least now we don't have to pretend that each new sexual experience is a life-altering event.