I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude…

- Violette Leduc

To find relief in what has been, we must make ourselves eternal.

- Violette Leduc

To write is to inform against others.

- Violette Leduc

Often, we melt into our ecstasies as though they were jams, as though we were sinking into syrupy bowls of gooseberries, of raspberries, of bilberrie…

- Violette Leduc

I was and I always shall be hampered by what I think other people will say.

- Violette Leduc

We are talking. It's a shame. What is said is murdered. Our words that will not grow any bigger or any lovelier will wilt inside our bones. Words wit…

- Violette Leduc

To have an inner life, to think, to juggle and leap, to become a tightrope walker in the world of ideas. To attack, to riposte, to refute, what a con…

- Violette Leduc

There's no sustenance in the past.

- Violette Leduc