“You speak of the hand of Fatma, my friends, but you do not know the terrible power of this hand, the hand of monsters that menace you and seduce you with their subterranean access, their metallic splintering, their inhuman grotesqueness… — Georges Limbour Copy Share Image
“The Actor, noticing a closed bookshop, dismounted from the horse which he tied to a street lamp. He woke up the bookseller and bought… — Georges Limbour Copy Share Image
“Once the frontiers of horror have been crossed, one will pass from form to form beyond the human and from metamorphosis to metamorphosis to… — Georges Limbour Copy Share Image
“And there above all of these shops hung a blood soaked sign: a red hand, the hand of a child that was neither male… — Georges Limbour Copy Share Image
Harton thought that if one squeezed humanity through a wine press, its essence would flow out as drops of policemen. — Georges Limbour Copy Share Image
“During winter sunsets, standing on a promontory so I saw the scenic sea as a surface rather than a line and, as coal-boats appeared… — Georges Limbour Copy Share Image
“You speak of the hand of Fatma, my friends, but you do not know the terrible power of this hand, the hand of monsters… — Georges Limbour Copy Share Image
“Having spent a long time in open spaces, whether sea or desert, it is a luxury to be able to take refuge in towns… — Georges Limbour Copy Share Image
