“The street seen backwards was like an invasion by the sea on the night of a flood. What I saw resembled an inside-out glove, the negative of a street. I was walking over the ocean bed, creeping along the walls,… — Marie Darrieussecq Copy Share Image
“It wasn't night, it was simply darkness, with me in the middle hoping all the while that time was carrying on flowing, that something… — Marie Darrieussecq Copy Share Image
“The emptiness is so intense, that anything which enters it leaves a trace, something of it remains in space: in the silence, in the… — Marie Darrieussecq Copy Share Image
“Over the following days and weeks I would come to see, with mounting weariness, that this was to be the pattern of my life… — Marie Darrieussecq Copy Share Image
“My husband's disappeared. He got in from work, propped his briefcase against the wall and asked me if I'd bought any bread. It must… — Marie Darrieussecq Copy Share Image
“The street seen backwards was like an invasion by the sea on the night of a flood. What I saw resembled an inside-out glove,… — Marie Darrieussecq Copy Share Image
“The world was evaporating under the sun and I was floating. The town was evolving according to the laws of some sublime chemical reaction… — Marie Darrieussecq Copy Share Image
“There are times when you wake at dawn and check your neck for the marks of the vampire, those two little red dots, your… — Marie Darrieussecq Copy Share Image
