I've lived so little that I tend to imagine I'm not going to die; it seems improbable that human existence can be reduced to so little; one imagines, in spite of oneself, that sooner or later something is bound to happen. A big mistake. A life can just as well be both empty and short. The days slip by indifferently,… — Michel Houellebecq Copy Share
On Sunday morning I went out for a while in the neighbourhood; I bought some raisin bread. The day was warm but… — Michel Houellebecq Copy Share Image
Those who love life do not read. Nor do they go to the movies, actually. No matter what might be said, access… — Michel Houellebecq Copy Share Image
In my own writing, I think of myself as a realist who exaggerates a little. — Michel Houellebecq Copy Share Image
The dream of all men is to meet little sluts who are innocent but ready for all forms of depravity—which is what,… — Michel Houellebecq Copy Share Image
I think it's more difficult to live without a religion, definitely. — Michel Houellebecq Copy Share Image
I think that if writers don't speak about real life, it's because they don't know it. — Michel Houellebecq Copy Share Image
“In my life, I had known suffering, oppression, anxiety; I had never known boredom. I could see no objection to the endless, imbecile repetition… — Michel Houellebecq Copy Share Image
I admit that invective is one of my pleasures. This only brings me problems in life, but that's it. I attack, I insult. I… — Michel Houellebecq Copy Share Image
“... I spent whole afternoons at Bon Marché looking at pullovers, there was no sense in going on like that.” — Michel Houellebecq Copy Share Image
I've lived so little that I tend to imagine I'm not going to die; it seems improbable that human existence can be reduced to so little; one imagines, in spite of oneself, that sooner or later something is bound to happen. A big mistake. A life can just as well be both empty and short. The days slip by indifferently,… — Michel Houellebecq Copy Share
Rumor had it that he was homosexual; in reality, in recent years, he was simply a garden-variety alcoholic. — Michel Houellebecq Copy Share Image
“He doesn't know it yet, but the infinity of childhood is brief.” — Michel Houellebecq Copy Share Image
“Olga was nice, Olga was nice and loving, Olga loved him, he repeated to himself with a growing sadness as he also realised that… — Michel Houellebecq Copy Share Image
“The problem is, it's just not enough to live according to the rules. Sure, you manage to live according to the rules. Sometimes it's… — Michel Houellebecq Copy Share Image
“Life sometimes offers you a chance, he thought, but when you are too cowardly or too indecisive to seize it life takes the cards… — Michel Houellebecq Copy Share Image
