Occupation: Writer Birth: April 22, 1923 Death: March 1, 2017
Imagination has to do with one's awareness of the reality of other people as well as of one's own reality. Imagination is a bridge between the provin….
The language of labels is like paper money, issued irresponsibly, with nothing of intrinsic value behind it, that is, with no effort of the intellige….
Teachers inspire the smallest hearts to grow big enough to change the world..
When you read to a child, when you put a book in a child's hands, you are bringing that child news of the infinitely varied nature of life. You are a….
A good novel begins with a small question and ends with a bigger one..
Families hold each other in an iron grip of definition. One must break the grip, somehow..
Life is all getting used to what you're not used to..
To be human is to be in a story..
The minute you become conscious that you are doing good, that's the minute you have to stop because from then on it's wrong..
I don't like to listen to music while I'm working..
And what movies we saw! All the actors and actresses whose photographs I collected, with their look of eternity! Their radiance, their eyes, their fa….
There was no way to grasp the reality of the present which slid away each second, invisible as air; reality only existed after the fact, in one's vis….
The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one-day will be. So please, tell ….
I don't know what makes a writer's voice. It's dozens of things. There are people who write who don't have it. They're tone-deaf, even though they're….
we are, in this country, more open to new ideas. But we are also, it seems to me, more inclined to hail the new as absolute truth - until the next ne….
In my early twenties, that's when I really began to write. Before that, I was too busy working, keeping myself going..
There's a certain amount of tyranny in all of us to some extent, and in some people it's much more developed than in others. It's a different balance….
I was the goldfish that leapt out of the bowl..
Life was an impenetrable mystery cloaked in babble..
A year and a half after the end of the war and the German occupation, Paris was muted and looked bruised and forlorn. Everywhere I went, I sensed the….
When there's a terrible murder people who are interviewed say, 'This has always been a quiet neighborhood.' That is so dumb and uninformed! The earth….