“All words are possible, then, all names. They rain down, all these words, they disintegrate into a powdery avalanche. Belched from the volcano's mouth, they spurt in to the sky, then fall again. In the quivering air, like gelatine, the… — J.M.G. Le Clézio Copy Share Image
“[M]ay not literature (and, in particular, fiction) be considered a desperate and permanently thwarted effort to produce a unique form of expression? Something like a cry, perhaps, a cry that, somehow, inexplicably contains all the millions of words that have… — J.M.G. Le Clézio Copy Share Image
“La nuit, tout sent bon", disait Mondo. "C'est parce qu'on ne voit pas", disait Thi Chin. "on sent mieux, et on entend mieux quand… — J.M.G. Le Clézio Copy Share Image
“All words are possible, then, all names. They rain down, all these words, they disintegrate into a powdery avalanche. Belched from the volcano's mouth,… — J.M.G. Le Clézio Copy Share Image
“Looking at the sky, he suddenly saw that it had become black. Then white again, but with great rippling circles. The circles were vultures wheeling around the sun. The vultures disappeared, to be replaced by checkers squares ready to be played on. On the board, the pieces moved around incredibly rapidly, winning dozens of games every minute. They were scarcely… — J.M.G. Le Clézio Copy Share
“The non-stop music wrapped a warm cocoon around her body. People's thoughts, rapid words flowed around her, without doing her any harm. She was… — J.M.G. Le Clézio Copy Share Image
“He who writes books that aim to convince is a comedian, too, just a comedian. What has he got to offer others, apart from… — J.M.G. Le Clézio Copy Share Image
“The fact is, that for the Huichol, and for all those who refuse, who are in flight, words and things are precisely what language does not speak about. Language is a natural act which implies belonging. He who exists, speaks. He who does not speak, does not exist. He has no place in the world. The Huichol language is Huichol… — J.M.G. Le Clézio Copy Share
“Most people don't know how to ask the right questions. Mondo knew how to ask questions, just at the right time, when you weren't… — J.M.G. Le Clézio Copy Share Image
“Thinking! Thinking! The process should no longer be merely this feeble flurry of hailstones that raises a little dust. It should be something quite… — J.M.G. Le Clézio Copy Share Image
“[W]hat is one to say of the writer who lies when he writes that he is lying?” — J.M.G. Le Clézio Copy Share Image
“I wanted to write an adventure story, not, it's true, I really did. I shall have failed, that's all. Adventures bore me. I have… — J.M.G. Le Clézio Copy Share Image
One day is enough to master reading in Korean. Hangeul is a very scientific and convenient alphabet system for communication. — J.M.G. Le Clézio Copy Share Image
“I thought that to get to know a desert it was enough to have been there. I thought that to have seen the dogs… — J.M.G. Le Clézio Copy Share Image
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