“Fifteen years old is the middle of my life, regardless of when I die.” — Édouard Levé Copy Share Image
“Once you confessed to someone that you had been very depressed when dining with her several months earlier. She was stunned, discovering her blindness… — Édouard Levé Copy Share Image
“You couldn’t have been said to dance, exactly. Despite the music sounding around you, bodies being carried away by the whirling bass, it didn’t… — Edouard Levé Copy Share Image
“Only the living seem incoherent. Death closes the series of events that constitutes their lives. So we resign ourselves to finding a meaning for… — Édouard Levé Copy Share Image
“I am slow to notice when someone mistreats me, it’s always so surprising: evil is somehow unreal.” — Édouard Levé Copy Share Image
“You directed toward yourself a violence that you did not feel toward others. For them you reserved all your patience and tolerance.” — Édouard Levé Copy Share Image
“You didn’t identify with happy people, and in your excessiveness you projected onto those who had failed in everything, or succeeded in nothing.” — Édouard Levé Copy Share Image
“You had felt idle in this city through which you had paced only to kill time. But the emptiness that you believed yourself confronted… — Édouard Levé Copy Share Image
“In their beginnings, events preserve the potential that they lose in their completion. Desire prolongs itself so long as it is not achieved.” — Édouard Levé Copy Share Image
“You were said to have died of suffering. But there was not as much sadness in you as there is now in those who… — Édouard Levé Copy Share Image
