“Do not forget that when the heart petrifies there is no progress. All science must be like a fruit, so ordered that it may hang from a tree of the flesh & ripen in the sunlight of passion. Histology, photography,… — Blaise Cendrars Copy Share Image
“As a special branch of general philosophy, pathogenesis had never been explored. In my opinion it had never been approached in a strictly scientific… — Blaise Cendrars Copy Share Image
Writing is to descend like a miner to the depths of the mine with a lamp on your forehead, a light whose dubious brightness… — Blaise Cendrars Copy Share Image
“and only much later, when Mascha wanted a child, did I realize that love is a deadly poison, a vice, a vice that one… — Blaise Cendrars Copy Share Image
I used the word 'prose' in the Trans-Siberian in the early Latin sense of prosa dictu. Poem seemed to me too pretentious, too narrow.… — Blaise Cendrars Copy Share Image
“Feelings flake off and fall in dust. The senses, vitrified, can no longer experience pleasure; they crack at the least provocation. Each of us,… — Blaise Cendrars Copy Share Image
“Do not forget that when the heart petrifies there is no progress. All science must be like a fruit, so ordered that it may… — Blaise Cendrars Copy Share Image
“Each of us attempted to stem & hold fast the unending flood of his thoughts which tended to trickle off into that inner void.… — Blaise Cendrars Copy Share Image
Only a soul full of despair can ever attain serenity and, to be in despair, you must have loved a good deal and still… — Blaise Cendrars Copy Share Image
Photogenic is a stupid, nonsensical word, but it is also a great mystery. — Blaise Cendrars Copy Share Image
“you make me laugh, with your metaphysical anguish, its just that you're scared silly, frightened of life, of men of action, of action itself,… — Blaise Cendrars Copy Share Image
“Modern man has a need for simplification that tends to find its expression one way or another. And this artificial monotony which he takes… — Blaise Cendrars Copy Share Image
One's life, from being an exterior thing, grows inwards. Its intensity stays the same; and, d'you know, it's most mysterious, the corners in which… — Blaise Cendrars Copy Share Image
Writing is a noble privilege compared with the lot of most people, who live like parts of a machine, who live only to keep… — Blaise Cendrars Copy Share Image
