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 contest, what acclaim. To understand. The most generous word of all.… — Violette Leduc Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
I was and I always shall be hampered by what I think other people will say. — Violette Leduc Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
“It’s incredible,” she sighed. My eyebrows brushed Isabelle’s eyebrows. “It’s incredible the way I’m seeing you,” — Violette Leduc Copy Share Image
“It is not only streams and rivers that flow: a street, with a door set back from it, can slide over into the depth of an abyss. The street was her youth, was all the minutes, the seconds of her existence. The grass sprouting between the cobbles, the pinpricks, the needles while her stomach cried its hunger. The closed door,… — Violette Leduc Copy Share
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 Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
