Other letters simply relate the small events that punctuate the passage of time: roses picked at dusk, the laziness of a rainy Sunday, a child crying himself to sleep. Capturing the moment, these small slices of life, these small gusts… — Jean-Dominique Bauby Copy Share
“I receive remarkable letters. They are opened for me, unfolded, and spread out before my eyes in a daily ritual that gives the arrival of the mail the character of a hushed and holy ceremony. I carefully read each letter… — Jean-Dominique Bauby Copy Share Image
We thread our way through a moving forest of ice-cream cones and crimson thighs. — Jean-Dominique Bauby Copy Share Image
“Yet I understood the poetry of such mind games one day when, attempting to ask for my glasses (lunettes), I was asked what I… — Jean-Dominique Bauby Copy Share Image
“Vincent had ten major ideas every week: three brilliant, five good, and two ridiculous.” — Jean-Dominique Bauby Copy Share Image
“I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches his home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past recede. My old… — Jean-Dominique Bauby Copy Share Image
Other letters simply relate the small events that punctuate the passage of time: roses picked at dusk, the laziness of a rainy Sunday, a child crying himself to sleep. Capturing the moment, these small slices of life, these small gusts of happiness, move me more deeply than all the rest. A couple of lines or eight pages, a Middle Eastern… — Jean-Dominique Bauby Copy Share
“I skim through the issue [of Elle] and reach the offending photo, a montage that ridicules rather than glorifies our idol. It is one… — Jean-Dominique Bauby Copy Share Image
The memory of that event has only just come back to me, now doubly painful: regret for a vanished past and, above all, remorse for lost opportunities. Mithra-Grandchamp is the women we were unable to love, the chances we failed to seize, the moments of happiness we allowed to drift away. Today it seems to me that my whole life… — Jean-Dominique Bauby Copy Share
“I need to feel strongly, to love and to admire, just as desperately as I need to breathe. A letter from a friend, a Balthus painting on a postcard, a page of Saint-Simon, give meaning to the passing hours. But to keep my mind sharp, to avoid descending into resigned indifference, I maintain a level of resentment and anger, neither… — Jean-Dominique Bauby Copy Share
“The memory of that event has only just come back to me, now doubly painful: regret for a vanished past and, above all, remorse for lost opportunities. Mithra-Grandchamp is the women we were unable to love, the chances we failed to seize, the moments of happiness we allowed to drift away. Today it seems to me that my whole life… — Jean-Dominique Bauby Copy Share
“Speech therapy is an art that deserves to be more widely known. You cannot imagine the acrobatics your tongue mechanically performs in order to produce all the sounds of a language. Just now I am struggling with the letter l, a pitiful admission for an editor in chief who cannot even pronounce the name of his own magazine! On good… — Jean-Dominique Bauby Copy Share
Does it take the harsh light of disaster to show a person’s true nature? — Jean-Dominique Bauby Copy Share Image
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