“ When Kafka allows a friend to understand that he writes because otherwise he would go mad, he knows that writing is madness already, his madness, a kind of vigilence, unrelated to any wakefulness save… Maurice Blanchot
“ How not to search that space where, for a time span lasting from dusk to dawn, two beings have no other reason to exist than to expose themselves totally to each other- totally, integrally, absolutely… Maurice Blanchot
“ But my silence is real. If I hid it from you, you would find it again a little farther on. Maurice Blanchot
“ As reason returned to me, memory came with it, and I saw that even on the worst days, when I thought I was utterly and completely miserable, I was nevertheless, and nearly all the time, extremely happ… Maurice Blanchot
“ Do not forgive. Forgiveness accuses before it forgives. By accusing, by stating the injury, it makes the wrong irredeemable. It carries the blow all the way to culpability. Thus, all becomes irrepaira… Maurice Blanchot
“ The authentic answer is always the question’s vitality. It can close in around the question, but it does so in order to preserve the question by keeping it open. Maurice Blanchot
“ The central point of the work of art is the work as origin, the point which cannot be reached, yet the only one which is worth reaching. Maurice Blanchot
“ Why are those who knew him, when they pass from the memory of a young man, sensitive and gay, to the work – novels and writings – surprised to pass into a nocturnal world, a world of cold torment, a w… Maurice Blanchot
“ Reading is ignorant. It begins with what it reads and in this way discovers the force of a beginning. It is receiving and hearing, not the power to decipher and analyze, to go beyond by developing or… Maurice Blanchot
“ Art is not religion, 'it doesn't even lead to religion.' But in the time of distress which is ours, the time when the gods are missing, the time of absence and exile, art is justified, for it is the i… Maurice Blanchot
