“All that would be needed to renew the bond would be a telephone call, but none of us are willing to risk the disillusionment of a reunion. Your silence has become a form of eloquence. But they, who can still… — Edouard Levé Copy Share Image
“Far from your home, you used to taste the pleasure of being mad without being alienated, of being an imbecile without renouncing your intelligence,… — Edouard Levé Copy Share Image
“You used to believe that with age you would become less unhappy, because you then would have reasons to be sad. When you were… — Edouard Levé Copy Share Image
“To love someone from the moment of his death: is that friendship? I” — Edouard Levé Copy Share Image
“Your life was a hypothesis. Those who die old are made of the past. Thinking of them, one thinks of what they have done.… — Edouard Levé Copy Share Image
“When you are spoken of, it begins with recounting your death, before going back to explain it. Isn’t it peculiar how this final gesture… — Edouard Levé Copy Share Image
“A ruin is an accidental aesthetic object. If it becomes beautiful, this was certainly not the intention. A ruin is not constructed or maintained.… — Edouard Levé Copy Share Image
“All that would be needed to renew the bond would be a telephone call, but none of us are willing to risk the disillusionment… — Edouard Levé Copy Share Image
“You don’t make me sad, but solemn. You impair my incurable frivolity.” — Edouard Levé Copy Share Image
