People speak because they are afraid of silence. They speak mechanically whether aloud or to themselves. They are intoxicated by this vocal gruel that ensnares every object and every being. They talk about rain and fine weather; they talk about… — Andreï Makine Copy Share Image
“This sacrifice, which saved his life, reminded him again that the evil of this world could be put to rout by the will of… — Andreï Makine Copy Share Image
The fatal mistake we make is looking for a paradise that endures...This obsession with what lasts causes us to overlook many a fleeting paradise. — Andreï Makine Copy Share Image
“Volsky once more had the feeling that the bond between them was indifferent to the demise of bodies.” — Andreï Makine Copy Share Image
“Men can be pitiless towards a woman whose body has eluded them, particularly if this is thanks to their own cowardice.” — Andreï Makine Copy Share Image
“The life these words speak of is not worth the ink they are written in… He now knows that the only words worth writing… — Andreï Makine Copy Share Image
...she studies to be equal in a world that is no longer surprised at anything — Andreï Makine Copy Share Image
“As his hands fell upon the keyboard, it was still possible to believe a beautiful harmony had been formed at random, in spite of… — Andreï Makine Copy Share Image
“That apple orchard is still in flower," I told myself. "Time has passed it by, leaving it behind in a moment that does not… — Andreï Makine Copy Share Image
“He had already come to see human lives as one single communal life and it was perhaps this perception that gave him hope.” — Andreï Makine Copy Share Image
“The though revives in him the oldest memory of his life. A child sees a door closing: without knowing who it is that has… — Andreï Makine Copy Share Image
“Once again, without explaining anything, they understood that they must leave. Go away before this world woke up and continued with a life from… — Andreï Makine Copy Share Image
“This happiness rendered absurd men's desire to dominate, to kill, to possess, thought Volsky. For neither Mila nor he possessed anything. Their joy came… — Andreï Makine Copy Share Image
“Historians rewrite the truth every day. What interests us is the truth that gets the reader to reach for his wallet” — Andreï Makine Copy Share Image
“All of this seemed equally trifling to him now. And when he thought again about the world of free people, the difference between it… — Andreï Makine Copy Share Image
