Listen to me. I know something else. It will begin again. 200,000 dead and 80,000 wounded in nine seconds. Those are the official figures. It will begin again. It will be 10,000 degrees on the earth....
I want to write. I've already told my mother: That's what I want to do-write. No answer the first time. Then she asks, Write what? I say, Books, novels. [...] She's against it, it's not worthy, it's n...
I had the face of pleasure, and yet I had no knowledge of pleasure. There was no mistaking that face.
Habría que prevenir a la gente de esas cosas. Enseñarles que la inmortalidad es mortal, quepuede morir, que ha ocurrido, que sigue ocurriendo. Que no se muestra como tal nunca, quees la duplicidad abs...
Finding yourself in a hole, at the bottom of a hole, in almost total solitude, and discovering that only writing can save you. To be without the slightest subject for a book, the slightest idea for a...
It's afterwards you realize that the feeling of happiness you had with a man didn't necessarily prove that you loved him.
« Que c'est tandis qu'elle se vit que la vie est immortelle, tandis qu'elle est en vie. Que l'immortalité ce n'est pas une question de plus ou moins de temps, que ce n'est pas une question d'immortali...
You alone became the outer surface of my life, the side I never see, and you will be that, the unknown part of me, until I die.
Yes, she can remember everyone admiring a rare kind of evening they spoke of as something the ought to save from oblivion to describe to their children later. And that for her part she would have had...
When you wept it was just over yourself and not because of the marvelous impossibility of reaching her through the difference that separates you.
We tell each other things that have no relation to the afternoon’s events or the coming night but that relate to God, to his absence that is so present, like the breasts of the young girl, so young be...
Very early in my life it was too late. It was already too late when I was eighteen. Between eighteen and twenty-five my face took off in a new direction. I grew old at eighteen. I don't know if it's t...
Tout à coup j’ai eu le désir de votre bouche comme si vous étiez mon premier amant.
Todo escribe a nuestro alrededor, eso es lo que hay que llegar a percibir; todo escribe, la mosca, la mosca escribe, en las paredes, la mosca escribió mucho a la luz de la sala, reflejada por el estan...
También para los recuerdos es demasiado tarde
Si Ter a vécu il a dû être de ce côté de la société où l'argent est facile, où l'idée est courte, où le mystique du chef tient lieu d'idéologie et justifie le crime.
She had lived her early years as though she were waiting for something she might, but never did, become.
Sen bu olayı sıkça anlatıyorsundur, dedim....Hayır, dedi, bunu anlatmıyorum...Her şey herkese anlatılmaz...
Olhem as areias mortas dos desertos, o corpo morto das crianças: a imortalidade não passa por ali, ela para e contorna.
L’enfant dira : je lui ai demandé cinq cent piastres pour le retour en France. La mère dira que c’est bien, que c’est ce qu’il faut pour s’installer à Paris, elle dira : ça ira avec cinq cent piastres...