Duras:
“The sea’s an unlimited force that engulfs the ‘self’ and the gaze, each first losing themselves before they recover their own identity. At the end of the world, all that will be left to cover the earth’s crust will be a single immense sea.”
(“This soul, then, has a nice stretch inside you, as though what it wanted was to become language but then never have anything to do with itself again.”)
Duras:
“I write to be coarsened, to be torn to pieces, and then to lose my importance, to unburden myself—for the text to take my place so that I exist less.”
Elfriede Jelinek:
“Some plants are scared, I’m sure of it, when they push their way up out of the ground and meet, precisely there, someone, for instance the hand of someone bent over, bent over by life and nothing but.”