“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
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… — Annie Ernaux Copy Share Image
“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… — Annie Ernaux Copy Share Image
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
