Maybe the true purpose of my life is for my body, my sensations and my thoughts to become writing, in other words, something intelligible and universal, causing my existence to merge into the lives and heads of other people. — Annie Ernaux Copy Share Image
Naturally I feel no shame in writing these things because of the time which separates the moment when they are written--when only I can see them--from the moment when they will be read by other people, a moment which I feel will never come. By then I could have had an accident or died; a war or a revolution could… — Annie Ernaux Copy Share
“Where are the eyes of my childhood, those fearful eyes she had thirty years ago, the eyes that made me?” — Annie Ernaux Copy Share Image
“From then on, that Sunday was like a veil that came between me and everything I did. I would play, I would read, I would behave normally but somehow I wasn't there. Everything had become artificial. I had trouble learning my lessons, when before I only needed to read them once to know them by heart. Acutely aware of everything… — Annie Ernaux Copy Share
She teaches me that the world is made to be pounced on and enjoyed, and that there is absolutely no reason at all to… — Annie Ernaux Copy Share Image
Maybe the true purpose of my life is for my body, my sensations and my thoughts to become writing, in other words, something intelligible… — Annie Ernaux Copy Share Image
