“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… — Annie Ernaux Copy Share
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
