“On its own, having escaped my grasp, the spool I had loosed was unwinding.” — Julien Gracq Copy Share Image
“A history of literature, unlike history as such, ought to list only victories, for its defeats are no victory for anyone.” — Julien Gracq Copy Share
“Often, beyond the next turning, footfalls of a herd galloping across stone were heard, or further in the distance, with reassuring grunts, a wild… — Julien Gracq Copy Share
And what can still delight an inert stone except to become, once more, the bed of a raging torrent? — Julien Gracq Copy Share
“[Original text in French] Giovanni n'avait pas menti. Sagra était une merveille baroque, une collision improbable et inquiétante de la nature et de l'art.… — Julien Gracq Copy Share
“It was a fossilized path: the will which had cut this gash out of these solitary places so that the blood and sap would… — Julien Gracq Copy Share
“No, what numbed these fields, peopled with bad dreams was not the oppressive grip of a plague but rather an ailing retreat, a sort… — Julien Gracq Copy Share
“Blood had long since ceased to beat from one end to the other, but one could sense, from passages marked with fresher traces of… — Julien Gracq Copy Share
“On its own, having escaped my grasp, the spool I had loosed was unwinding.” — Julien Gracq Copy Share
