The translator of prose is the slave of the author, and the translator of poetry is his rival. Andreï Makine More Quotes by Andreï Makine More Quotes From Andreï Makine The fatal mistake we make is looking for a paradise that endures...This obsession with what lasts causes us to overlook many a fleeting paradise. Andreï Makine fleeting paradise mistake People speak because they are afraid of silence. They speak mechanically whether aloud or to themselves. They are intoxicated by this vocal gruel that ensnares every object and every being. They talk about rain and fine weather; they talk about money, about love, about nothing. And even when they are talking about their most exalted love, they use words uttered a hundred times, threadbare phrases. Andreï Makine rain weather talking ...she studies to be equal in a world that is no longer surprised at anything Andreï Makine equal study world
