It’s incredible,” she sighed. My eyebrows brushed…

To write is to inform against others.

— 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…

— 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…

— Violette Leduc

“I give myself to adjectives body and soul, I die with pleasure for them.”

— Violette Leduc

I was afraid of having to present my big nose to strangers.

— Violette Leduc

My mother never took my hand.

— Violette Leduc

“Drink, my angel; everything I have inside me is yours, soak it up through the paper, through the sleeve of my coat. Suck my…

— Violette Leduc

There's no sustenance in the past.

— Violette Leduc

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

— Violette Leduc

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

— Violette Leduc

“It is not only streams and rivers that flow: a street, with a door set back from it, can slide over into the depth…

— Violette Leduc

At the age of five, of six, at the age of seven, I used to begin weeping sometimes without warning, simply for the sake…

— Violette Leduc

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

— 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…

— 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…

— Violette Leduc