We've never managed, either one of us, to get all the way into life. We're hanging on to the outside for all we're worth, convinced we're going to fall off at the next bump.
These empty days. How do you spend them?
There is a way to master silenceControl its curves, inhabit its dark corners
There have been times, what with this and that,when the whisper of words was not enough.On some shelf of memory lies a misplaced summer,one not stored away for later savoring.Surely it ended early, wi...
The only thing that makes life worth living is the possibility of experiencing now and then a perfect moment. And perhaps even more than that, it's having the ability to recall such moments in their t...
The idea that at each successive moment he was deeper into the Sahara than he had been the moment before, that he was leaving behind all familiar things, this constant consideration kept him in a stat...
The difference was principally in the invisible places toward which their respective hearts were turned. They dreamed of Cairo with its autonomous government, its army, its newspapers and its cinema,...
The desert landscape is always at its best in the half-light of dawn or dusk. The sense of distance lacks: a ridge nearby can be a far-off mountain range, each small detail can take on the importance...
The Hindus are busy letting themselves be seen riding in Cadillacs instead of smearing themselves with sandalwood paste and bowing in front of Ganpati. The Moslems would rather miss evening prayer tha...
The Americans are the nature of the future, she would announce in her hearty voice. Here's to 'em. God bless their gadgets, great and small, God bless Frigidaire, Tampax and Coca-Cola. Yes, even Coca-...
She was saved from prettiness by the intensity of her gaze.
One never took the time to savour the details; one said: another day, but always with the hidden knowledge that each day was unique and fatal, that there never would be a return, another time.
Many days later another caravan was passing and a man saw something on top of the highest dune there. And when they went up to see, they found Outka, Mimouna and Aicha; they were still there, lying th...
If you could not have freedom you could still have vengeance.
If she could only give up, relax, and live in the perfect knowledge that there was no hope.
He could not feel at ease with gourmets and hedonists; they were a hostile species.
Each Whining Thing (1929)When stripèd snakes shall creep upon usAnd the nervous screams of birdsMake silent all the fountains and the orchards and when theseHave caught upon the wing each wingThat flu...
At least you can say you were in on the last days of Morocco, he told her. How's your tea? Finished? I think we ought to be going.
When I first came here it was a pure country. There was music and dancing and magic every day in the streets.Now it's finished, everything. Even the religion. In a few more years the whole country wil...
Ogniqualvolta si trovava in viaggio da un luogo all'altro, era in grado di valutare la propria vita con un po' più di obiettività del solito. Spesso, proprio durante un viaggio i suoi pensieri diveniv...