Marguerite Duras

You didn't have to attract desire. Either it was in the woman who aroused it or it didn't exist. Either it was there at first glance or else it had never been.

I often think of the image only I can see now, and of which I__e never spoken. It__ always there, in the same silence, amazing. It__ the only image of myself I like, the only one in which I recognize myself, in which I delight

You think of outside your room, of the streets of the town, the lonely little squares over by the station, of those winter Saturdays all alike.

Writing was the only thing that populated my life and made it magic.

You have to be very fond of men. Very, very fond. You have to be very fond of them to love them. Otherwise they're simply unbearable.

I feel a sadness I expected and which comes only from myself. I say I__e always been sad. That I can see the same sadness in photos of myself when I was small. That today, recognizing it as the sadness I__e always had, I could almost call it by my own name, it__ so like me.

The words emerge from her body without her realizing it, as if she were being visited by the memory of a language long forsaken.

I know it's not clothes that make women beautiful or otherwise, nor beauty care, nor expensive creams, nor the distinction of costliness of their finery. I know the problem lies elsewhere. I don't know where. I only know it isn't where women think.

The woman is the home. That's where she used to be, and that's where she still is. You might ask me, What if a man tries to be part of the home -- will the woman let him? I answer yes. Because the he becomes one of the children.

Don__ be afraid anymore. Not of anyone. Not of anything. Nothing. Ever again. Listen to me: not ever again.

The house a woman creates is a Utopia. She can't help it - can't help trying to interest her nearest and dearest not in happiness itself but in the search for it.

The best way to fill time is to waste it.

Paradoxically, the freedom of Paris is associated with a persistent belief that nothing ever changes. Paris, they say, is the city that changes least. After an absence of twenty or thirty years, one still recognize

Our mothers always remain the strangest, craziest people we've ever met.

I think about you. But I don't say it anymore.

It's while it's being lived that life is immortal, while it's still alive. Immortality is not a matter of more or less time, its not really a question of immortality but of something else that remains unknown. It's as untrue to say it's without beginning or end as to say it begins and ends with the life of the spirit, since it partakes both of the spirit and of the pursuit of the void.

He says he__ lonely, horribly lonely because of this love he feels for her. She says she__ lonely too. She doesn__ say why.

I showed him the sea. It's a great luxury, being able to see it from the balcony. When cities are bombed there are always ruins and corpses left. But you can drop an atomic bomb in the sea and ten minutes later it's back as it was before. You can't change the shape of water.