He who writes books that aim to convince is a comedian, too, just a comedian. What has he got to offer others, apart from chains, still more chains? Fiction never liberated anyone. No one ever brought anything back from voyages through dream worlds.
J.M.G. Le ClézioMots clés fiction dream comedy
Horror is not unimaginable, it has neither the face of a monster nor the bat-wings of a demon. It is calm and tranquil, and it is durable, lasting whole days and nights, months; years, perhaps. It is not mortal. It strikes at the eyes, only the eyes.
J.M.G. Le ClézioMots clés horror
I thought that to get to know a desert it was enough to have been there. I thought that to have seen the dogs dying along the Cholula road, or to have seen the eyes of the lepers at Chiengmai gave me the right to talk about it. To have seen! To have been there! Rubbish! The world is not a book, it proves nothing. The spaces one has crossed were dark corridors with closed doors. The faces of the women to whom one gave oneself up completely: did they speak for anyone but themselves? The cities of man are secret. One walks along their streets, one sees them shine under one's feet, but one is not there, one never enters them. The dusty fields inhabited by people who are hungry, who wait patiently, are paradises of luxury and nourishment; shining at a vast distance from intelligence, at a vast distance from reason. They are not to be subjugated.
J.M.G. Le ClézioMots clés perception knowledge reason world book
Real lives have no end. Real books have no end.
J.M.G. Le Clézio[W]hat is one to say of the writer who lies when he writes that he is lying?
J.M.G. Le ClézioUn miros de sărac, un miros de violență, de necesitatea de a parveni.
J.M.G. Le ClézioMots clés inspirational necessity violence poverty smell
Each time a drop of water forms under the spout of a tap, it means that one can wrench something away from the nameless mass.
J.M.G. Le ClézioThe non-stop music wrapped a warm cocoon around her body. People's thoughts, rapid words flowed around her, without doing her any harm. She was part and parcel of the shop, a commodity like any other, an article in the first-floor department.
J.M.G. Le ClézioLa nuit, tout sent bon", disait Mondo.
"C'est parce qu'on ne voit pas", disait Thi Chin.
"on sent mieux, et on entend mieux quand on ne voit pas".
Mots clés night understanding feeling
Most people don't know how to ask the right questions. Mondo knew how to ask questions, just at the right time, when you weren't expecting it. People paused for a few seconds, they stopped thinking about themselves and their own business, they thought, and their eyes seemed to blur, because they remembered asking those questions themselves, long ago.
J.M.G. Le ClézioMots clés questions
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