“any moment now that sun would burst into a ball of flame, a furnace to stifle the heart of Petites Cendres, his soul felt blood-raw, liquefied deep down inside him, in a pale, cold sea where the need that gnawed… — Marie-Claire Blais Copy Share Image
“any moment now that sun would burst into a ball of flame, a furnace to stifle the heart of Petites Cendres, his soul felt… — Marie-Claire Blais Copy Share Image
“Hong Kong, please watch over him, he saw that young man Lazaro in a dream and is convinced he’s a terrorist, always has been,… — Marie-Claire Blais Copy Share Image
“so many white roses whose names won’t survive either, resistance groups and newspapers now as forgotten as soldiers waiting for the enemy veiled in… — Marie-Claire Blais Copy Share Image
“People who love as you do, with that plentitude and fire, always forget what others experience. The lover is not the one to be… — Marie-Claire Blais Copy Share Image
“I drink to the health of the child prodigy who finally met the gentleman with the golden ass. Vive little Sébastien, he’ll grow up.… — Marie-Claire Blais Copy Share Image
“When there is no bread and even when there is we should eat our fill of one another.” — Marie-Claire Blais Copy Share Image
“him the ordinary man whose Buddhist spirituality often flickered, really just questing for inner silence with not too much of an outer mess, although… — Marie-Claire Blais Copy Share Image
