“When you were awake, stretched out in your bed in the dark, shutters drawn, your thoughts would flow freely. They would grow obscure when you got up and opened the curtains. The violence of daylight would efface the nocturnal clarity.… — Edouard Levé Copy Share Image
“Once you confessed to someone that you had been very depressed when dining with her several months earlier. She was stunned, discovering her blindness… — Édouard Levé Copy Share Image
“You couldn’t have been said to dance, exactly. Despite the music sounding around you, bodies being carried away by the whirling bass, it didn’t… — Edouard Levé Copy Share Image
“Only the living seem incoherent. Death closes the series of events that constitutes their lives. So we resign ourselves to finding a meaning for… — Édouard Levé Copy Share Image
“I am slow to notice when someone mistreats me, it’s always so surprising: evil is somehow unreal.” — Édouard Levé Copy Share Image
“You directed toward yourself a violence that you did not feel toward others. For them you reserved all your patience and tolerance.” — Édouard Levé Copy Share Image
“You didn’t identify with happy people, and in your excessiveness you projected onto those who had failed in everything, or succeeded in nothing.” — Édouard Levé Copy Share Image
“You had felt idle in this city through which you had paced only to kill time. But the emptiness that you believed yourself confronted… — Édouard Levé Copy Share Image
“In their beginnings, events preserve the potential that they lose in their completion. Desire prolongs itself so long as it is not achieved.” — Édouard Levé Copy Share Image
“You were said to have died of suffering. But there was not as much sadness in you as there is now in those who… — Édouard Levé Copy Share Image
