Georges Simenon

Georges Simenon
Georges Joseph Christian Simenonwas a Belgian writer. A prolific author who published nearly 500 novels and numerous short works, Simenon is best known as the creator of the fictional detective Jules Maigret...
NationalityBelgian
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth13 February 1903
CountryBelgium
heard opinions repeat
I repeat to him the contradictory opinions I heard around Europe, not on Hitler's work, but on his personality, on his very worth.
nature real lakes
The lake and the mountains have become my landscape, my real world.
brother character age
I would like to carve my novel in a piece of wood. My characters—I would like to have them heavier, more three-dimensional ... My characters have a profession, have characteristics; you know their age, their family situation, and everything. But I try to make each one of those characters heavy, like a statue, and to be the brother of everybody in the world.
home never-quit stranger
I am at home everywhere, and nowhere. I am never a stranger and I never quite belong.
writing thinking artist
Writing is not a profession but a vocation of unhappiness. I don't think an artist can ever be happy.
writing brain
I write fast, because I have not the brains to write slow.
sex made thousand
I have made love to ten thousand women.
writing simple earth
I have always tried to write in a simple way, using down-to-earth and not abstract words.
writing water littles
I'm a bit like a sponge. When I'm not writing I absorb life like water. When I write I squeeze the sponge a little - and out comes, not water but ink.
hands light giving
Trotsky rises to give me his hand, then sits at his desk, gently allowing his regard to light on my person.
woods sculpture pieces
I would like to carve my novel in a piece of wood.
pigs
Madame....gloatingly savored her words as earlier she had savored her pig's trotter.
moon night two
It was night and I could see a large and calm lake, reflecting the moon. Black mountains rose around it. I arrived from between two of these mountains, I looked at the lake and the moon, and that was it, nothing else happened.
long decision moments
It just happened. As though a moment comes when it's both necessary and natural to make a decision that has long since been made.