Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
French-born novelist, passionate eroticist and short story writer, who gained international fame with her journals. Spanning the years from 1931 to they give an account of one woman's voyage of self-discovery. "It's all right for a woman to be, abov