But my silence is real. If I hid it from you, you would find it again a little farther on. Maurice Blanchot More Quotes by Maurice Blanchot More Quotes From Maurice Blanchot A writer never reads his work. For him, it is the unreadable, a secret, and he cannot remain face to face with it. A secret, because he is separated from it. Maurice Blanchot secret faces writing The Journal is not essentially a confession, a story about oneself. It is a Memorial. What does the writer have to remember? Himself, who he is when he is not writing, when he is living his daily life, when he is alive and real, and not dying and without truth. Maurice Blanchot memorial real writing
