“It wasn't night, it was simply darkness, with me in the middle hoping all the while that time was carrying on flowing, that something would crop up, me all alone in the middle, with my veins and my muscles dissolving rapidly into nothingness, me made of molecules of flesh and thought, dispersing in a cloud (a process of expansion as… — Marie Darrieussecq Copy Share
“The emptiness is so intense, that anything which enters it leaves a trace, something of it remains in space: in the silence, in the… — Marie Darrieussecq Copy Share Image
“Over the following days and weeks I would come to see, with mounting weariness, that this was to be the pattern of my life… — Marie Darrieussecq Copy Share Image
“My husband's disappeared. He got in from work, propped his briefcase against the wall and asked me if I'd bought any bread. It must… — Marie Darrieussecq Copy Share Image
“The street seen backwards was like an invasion by the sea on the night of a flood. What I saw resembled an inside-out glove,… — Marie Darrieussecq Copy Share Image
“The world was evaporating under the sun and I was floating. The town was evolving according to the laws of some sublime chemical reaction… — Marie Darrieussecq Copy Share Image
“There are times when you wake at dawn and check your neck for the marks of the vampire, those two little red dots, your… — Marie Darrieussecq Copy Share Image
