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
I was and I always shall be hampered by what I think other people will say. — Violette Leduc Copy Share
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
“It’s incredible,” she sighed. My eyebrows brushed Isabelle’s eyebrows. “It’s incredible the way I’m seeing you,” — Violette Leduc Copy Share
“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 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
“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
“I give myself to adjectives body and soul, I die with pleasure for them.” — Violette Leduc Copy Share
“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
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 Copy Share
