Marguerite Duras
Marguerite Duras
Marguerite Donnadieu, known as Marguerite Duras, was a French novelist, playwright, scriptwriter, essayist and experimental filmmaker. She is best known for writing the 1959 film Hiroshima mon amour, which earned her a nomination for Best Original Screenplay at the Academy Awards...
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too-late late
Very early in my life it was too late.
vacation blessing boredom
In love there are no vacations. No such thing. Love has to be lived fully with its boredom and all that.
knows
I know all one can know when one knows nothing.
whole-life tidying-up whole
Get rid of things or you'll spend your whole life tidying up.
heterosexuality-is perfect desire
Heterosexuality is dangerous. It tempts you to aim at a perfect duality of desire.
madness knows
Madness is like intelligence, you know. You can't explain it. Just like intelligence. It comes on you, it fills you, and then you understand it. But when it goes away you can't understand it at all any longer.
wrinkles skins substance
It has been my face. It's got older still, or course, but less, comparatively, than it would otherwise have done. It's scored with deep, dry wrinkles, the skin is cracked. But my face hasn't collapsed, as some with fine feature have done. It's kept the same contours, but its substance has been laid waste. I have a face laid waste.
women ideas neglect
It's only women who are not really quite women at all, frivolous women who have no idea, who neglect repairs.
passionate literature journalism
I see journalists as the manual workers, the laborers of the word. Journalism can only be literature when it is passionate.
women conversation
One must talk. That's how it is. One must.
opposites wife infidelity
She represents the un-vowed aspiration of the male human being, his potential infidelity - and infidelity of a very special kind, which would lead him to the opposite of his wife, to the woman of wax whom he could model at will, make and unmake in any way he wished, even unto death.
long-ago voice forever
What she said was always strange. It had happened long ago. It seemed insignificant. And yet it was something you remembered forever. The words as well as the story. The voice as much as the words.