Proust, once again:
“Beautiful books are written in a sort of foreign language. Beneath each word each one of us puts his own meaning or at least his own image, which is often a misinterpretation. But in beautiful books all our misinterpretations are beautiful.”
“Disgusted with being right, with doing what succeeds, with the effectiveness of methods, try something else.”
— Valéry, Monsieur Teste (tr. Charlotte Mandell)
“I have the impression of meeting people and experiencing things with the detachment of someone who has already left this world and is missing it intensely.”
��� Quignard, The Fount of Time
Within my inner self I find the silence I am seeking. But it leaves me so bereft of any memory of any human being and of me myself, that I transform this impression into the certainty of physical solitude
‘What a relief to have nothing to say, the right to say nothing, because only then is there a chance of framing the rare, or even rarer, the thing that might be worth saying.’ -
Gilles Deleuze, Negotiations, 1962-1990