A writer never reads his work. For him, it is the unreadable, a secret, and he cannot remain face to face with it. A secret, because he is separated from it.
Express only that which cannot be expressed. Leave it unexpressed) - Maurice Blanchot
Express only that which cannot be expressed. Leave it unexpressed)
- Maurice Blanchot
Literature professes to be important while at the same time considering itself an object of doubt. It confirms itself as it disparages itself. It see… - Maurice Blanchot
Literature professes to be important while at the same time considering itself an object of doubt. It confirms itself as it disparages itself. It see…
If nothing were substituted for everything, it would still be too much and too little. - Maurice Blanchot
If nothing were substituted for everything, it would still be too much and too little.
I lean over you, your equal, offering you a mirror for your perfect nothingness, for your shadows which are neither light nor absence of light, for t… - Maurice Blanchot
I lean over you, your equal, offering you a mirror for your perfect nothingness, for your shadows which are neither light nor absence of light, for t…
I wanted to see something in full daylight; I was sated with the pleasure and comfort of the half light; I had the same desire for the daylight as fo… - Maurice Blanchot
I wanted to see something in full daylight; I was sated with the pleasure and comfort of the half light; I had the same desire for the daylight as fo…
The disaster ruins everything, all the while leaving everything intact. - Maurice Blanchot
The disaster ruins everything, all the while leaving everything intact.
Every artist is linked to a mistake with which he has a particular intimate relation. There is the mistake of Homer, of Shakespeare — which is perhap… - Maurice Blanchot
Every artist is linked to a mistake with which he has a particular intimate relation. There is the mistake of Homer, of Shakespeare — which is perhap…
To see was terrifying, and to stop seeing tore me apart from my forehead to my throat. - Maurice Blanchot
To see was terrifying, and to stop seeing tore me apart from my forehead to my throat.
What if what has been said one time not only does not cease to be said but always recommences, and not only recommences but also imposes upon us the … - Maurice Blanchot
What if what has been said one time not only does not cease to be said but always recommences, and not only recommences but also imposes upon us the …
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