17 quotes found
“Yes, this man had the persistence of an insect.”
“But I am a patient man. I can wait for hours in the rain.”
“One should never expect anyone to reply to one's questions.”
“Nice is a city of ghosts and specters, but I hope not to become one of them right away.”
“I noticed a phenomenon that doesn't often happen toa man: several women turned round as he passed them.”
“No. She told me she was going to marry him, to get French nationality . . . She was obsessed with getting a nationality...”
“My wife's a lot younger than me ... thirty years difference . . . You should never marry a woman a lot younger than you ... Never ...”
“Many years afterwards, we attempt to solve puzzles that were not mysteries at the time and we try to decipher half-obliterated letters from a language that is too old and whose alphabet we don't ev...”
“Did you see her again in France?" I asked him.No. When I got to France, she was already dead. She committed suicide ...Why?She often told me she was frightened of getting old...”
“When he was younger, he used the slightest opportunity to slip away from people, without his being able to understand very clearly why he did so: a longing to break free and to breathe in the fresh...”
“How much longer would we go on being old young people? They wavedgoodbye to me. I was moved by Annette. She and I wereexactly the same age, and she'd become one of those slightlyfaded Danish beauti...”
“Somethinghe wondered later if it was simply his youthsomething that had weighed upon him until that moment broke off him, the way a piece of rock slides slowly into the sea and disappears in a spra...”
“Finally, the horizon stretched out infinitely before me and I felt utterly content looking at stars from afar and trying to make out all the variable, temporary, extinguished or faded stars. I was ...”
“That is her secret. A poor and precious secret that not even the executioners, the decrees, the occupying authorities, the Depot, the barracks, the camps, History, time-everything that defiles and ...”
“I had walked over to the window and was looking down at the rails of the Montmartre funicular, the gardens of the Sacr Cur and, further off, the whole of Paris, with its lights, its roofs, its shad...”
“Did you see her again in France?" I asked him.”“No. When I got to France, she was already dead. She committed suicide ...”“Why?”“She often told me she was frightened of getting old...”
“Something—he wondered later if it was simply his youth—something that had weighed upon him until that moment broke off him, the way a piece of rock slides slowly into the sea and disappears in a sp...”
