“And he told stories about the stars above, about the earth below. He told them to make the night pass, and also because his heart was all reflections in which the soul of the world moved.” — Jean Giono Copy Share Image
I have always hated crowds. I like deserts, prisons, and monasteries. I have discovered, too, that there are fewer idiots at 3000 meters above… — Jean Giono Copy Share Image
Days begin and end in the dead of night. They are not shaped long, in the manner of things which lead to ends -… — Jean Giono Copy Share Image
For a human character to reveal truly exceptional qualities, one must have the good fortune to be able to observe its performance over many… — Jean Giono Copy Share Image
The Italians are said to be noisy and to gesticulate, but that is a libel dreamed up by the English. — Jean Giono Copy Share Image
When I reflect that one man, armed only with his own physical and moral resources, was able to cause this land of Canaan to… — Jean Giono Copy Share Image
Civilization tries to persuade us we are going towards something, a distant goal. We have forgotten that our only goal is to live, to… — Jean Giono Copy Share Image
I should like to write about what happens when fictive people encounter and are embellished by real people. — Jean Giono Copy Share Image
Remember, all of man's happiness is in the little valleys. Tiny little ones. Small enough to call from one side to the other. — Jean Giono Copy Share Image
From the time we began to build houses and cities, since we invented the wheel, we have not advanced one step toward happiness. We… — Jean Giono Copy Share Image
All civilized people see the day beginning at dawn or a little after or a long time after or whatever time their work begins;… — Jean Giono Copy Share Image
