Source / lazenby.
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6000 year old kiss. Hasanlu, Iran.
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Goodbye Again
“I hate the breaking up of things.”
“Well, then you must never fall in love.”
“Is that true?”
“It’s the most frightening, to be alone and without love, isn’t it?”
“Yes. But you’re too young to think that way.”
“I don’t really know you, but I should like to think you are happy.”
“I have thousands of acquaintances without the burden of actual friendships.”
“Since you sent me away, I don’t know what I’ve done, or where I’ve been.”
“I’ll wander around Paris all day, alone, thinking of you. And I’ll have lunch, alone, thinking of you…”
“You’ve played the game of abandoned lover, and you’ve done it so well you believe it yourself.
“I saw her yesterday at Balenciaga in a Balmain, and the day before wearing Lanvin at Givenchy, then talking to Guy LaRoche in Chanel…Roger, what’s wrong?”
“I was thinking about how stupid the world is.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“I can’t have you become a stupid, sullen lump because of me.”
“You have to understand. We met at a time when I needed you and you needed me, and we were both very lucky. But it couldn’t last.”
“I’ll never forget.”
“Sure, me neither.”
“What Maya wants…”
“What Maya wants is nearly impossible to achieve: she wants to balance outrageous political statements with a luxe lifestyle; to be supersuccessful yet remain controversial; for style to merge with substance. ‘If you want to be huge, you have to give up a lot,’ Michelle Jubelirer, Maya’s longtime lawyer, told me. ‘Maya vacillates between wanting to be huge and maintaining her artistic integrity. That’s her dilemma.’ “
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