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Ce rôle de metteur en scène ne laissait pas de me passionner.
On s’habitue aux défauts des autres.
Ne vous compliquez pas la vie !
La vie bourgeoise, élégante, organisée.
Je fermai les yeux, le soleil m’engourdissait.
C’est un miroir aux alouettes.
C’était à la fois excitant et fatigant.
He had never stopped to study the wall.
It’s such fun to go somewhere, not knowing where you’re going.
You’d be surprised at the things you find.
He knew that there was something wrong.
It was one of those mornings when he felt like singing.
There ain’t no place for nobody to go.
I haven’t any idea where she goes.
I was thinking about something else.
He changed the story each time he told it.
They were talking in their sleep.
She looked around the room again.
I have to go.
I have a job there.
You mean you’d go anyway? Without me?
Few people on the street. No traffic.
Silence in the room. Stillness.
He’s air-borne, light as air.
There was so much light that there weren’t any ugly shadows on the walls.
You mustn’t ask questions when you were a guest in someone else’s house.
There was a lot of light.
He would never be able to tell anyone and he would never be able to forget it.
He turned and looked, too, saw no one.
It was like a dance, a crazy kind of dance.
I began to wonder if there were other things I hadn’t known about.
I read the street signs and I decided to look around.
What brought you to this end of town at this hour?
He opened his eyes and counted the panes in the nearest of the stained-glass windows.
What have you been doing all day, beautiful?
Should I interfere with the inevitable, the foreordained?
All you need for the rest of your life is a camera.
The signs tell the story of the change.
The only thing she could do was to go away and never come back.
She kept listening to the silence.
Her thoughts kept twisting and turning.
He was up to something that was bad.
This was real. The other was a bad dream.
She was stuck here on this street.
The sounds were confusing.
And she thought time had a way of transforming things.
They had been silent ever since they sat down.
He wasn’t ready to go in yet.
He wanted to get some more air and look around a bit.
He strained his eyes in the dark of the room.

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