God is only a word dreamed up to explain the world
Gustave FlaubertHe dreamed of funeral love, but dreams crumble and the tomb abides
Gustave FlaubertI invite all brats to throw their cookies at the baker’s head if they’re not sweet, winos to chuck their wine if it’s bad, the dying to shuck their souls when they croak, and men to throw their existence in God’s face when it’s bitter
Gustave FlaubertI grew up in a hospital and as a child I played in the dissecting room
Gustave FlaubertMots clés writing death hospital
When you reduce a woman to writing, she makes you think of a thousand other women
Gustave FlaubertBy trying to understand everything, everything makes me dream
Gustave FlaubertMots clés dreams everything
The hours go by without my knowing it. Sitting there I'm wandering in countries I can see every detail of--I'm playing a role in the story I'm reading. I actually feel I'm the characters--I live and breathe them.
Gustave FlaubertThe more you approach infinity, the deeper you penetrate terror
Gustave FlaubertThere are two infinities that confuse me: the one in my soul devours me; the one around me will crush me
Gustave FlaubertMots clés world soul infinity universe
I am alone on this road strewn with bones and bordered by ruins! Angels have their brothers, and demons have their infernal companions. Yet I have but the sound of my scythe when it harvests, my whistling arrows, my galloping horse. Always the sound of the same wave eating away at the world
Gustave FlaubertMots clés death
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