“Blood had long since ceased to beat from one end to the other, but one could sense, from passages marked with fresher traces of wheels and hooves, that once the meaning and even the very idea of a long journey… — Julien Gracq Copy Share Image
“A history of literature, unlike history as such, ought to list only victories, for its defeats are no victory for anyone.” — Julien Gracq Copy Share Image
“Often, beyond the next turning, footfalls of a herd galloping across stone were heard, or further in the distance, with reassuring grunts, a wild… — Julien Gracq Copy Share Image
And what can still delight an inert stone except to become, once more, the bed of a raging torrent? — Julien Gracq Copy Share Image
“[Original text in French] Giovanni n'avait pas menti. Sagra était une merveille baroque, une collision improbable et inquiétante de la nature et de l'art.… — Julien Gracq Copy Share Image
“It was a fossilized path: the will which had cut this gash out of these solitary places so that the blood and sap would… — Julien Gracq Copy Share Image
“No, what numbed these fields, peopled with bad dreams was not the oppressive grip of a plague but rather an ailing retreat, a sort… — Julien Gracq Copy Share Image
“Blood had long since ceased to beat from one end to the other, but one could sense, from passages marked with fresher traces of… — Julien Gracq Copy Share Image
“On its own, having escaped my grasp, the spool I had loosed was unwinding.” — Julien Gracq Copy Share Image