Andreï Makine

“This sacrifice, which saved his life, reminded him again that the evil of this world could be put to rout by the…

— Andreï Makine

The fatal mistake we make is looking for a paradise that endures...This obsession with what lasts causes us to overlook many a…

— Andreï Makine

“Volsky once more had the feeling that the bond between them was indifferent to the demise of bodies.”

— Andreï Makine

“Men can be pitiless towards a woman whose body has eluded them, particularly if this is thanks to their own cowardice.”

— Andreï Makine

“The life these words speak of is not worth the ink they are written in.... He now knows that the only words…

— Andreï Makine

...she studies to be equal in a world that is no longer surprised at anything

— Andreï Makine

“As his hands fell upon the keyboard, it was still possible to believe a beautiful harmony had been formed at random, in…

— Andreï Makine

“That apple orchard is still in flower," I told myself. "Time has passed it by, leaving it behind in a moment that…

— Andreï Makine

“He had already come to see human lives as one single communal life and it was perhaps this perception that gave him…

— Andreï Makine

“An exile's only country is his country's literature.”

— Andreï Makine

“The though revives in him the oldest memory of his life. A child sees a door closing: without knowing who it is…

— Andreï Makine

“Once again, without explaining anything, they understood that they must leave. Go away before this world woke up and continued with a…

— Andreï Makine

“This happiness rendered absurd men's desire to dominate, to kill, to possess, thought Volsky. For neither Mila nor he possessed anything. Their…

— Andreï Makine

“Historians rewrite the truth every day. What interests us is the truth that gets the reader to reach for his wallet”

— Andreï Makine

“All of this seemed equally trifling to him now. And when he thought again about the world of free people, the difference…

— Andreï Makine

“In war the most testing moments are those of peace , for a dead man lying in the grass makes the living…

— Andreï Makine

(...) the translator of prose is the slave of the author and the translator of poetry is his rival.

— Andreï Makine

“Their own life together was like a subtle watercolor sketch, invisible to other people. They gave the world what it required of…

— Andreï Makine

“They did not speak, surprised to see how simple, almost poor, happiness could be, yes, materially poor and yet so abundant.”

— Andreï Makine

People speak because they are afraid of silence. They speak mechanically whether aloud or to themselves. They are intoxicated by this vocal…

— Andreï Makine