You alone became the outer surface of my life, the side I never see, and you will be that, the unknown part of me, until I die. Marguerite Duras More Quotes by Marguerite Duras More Quotes From Marguerite Duras A house means a family house, a place specially meant for putting children and men in so as to restrict their waywardness and distract them from the longing for adventure and escape they've had since time began. Marguerite Duras home time children Journalism without a moral position is impossible. Every journalist is a moralist. It's absolutely unavoidable. Marguerite Duras journalism moral impossible War is a generality, so are the inevitabilities of war, including death. Marguerite Duras generalities including war Before they're plumbers or writers or taxi drivers or unemployed or journalists, before everything else, men are men. Whether heterosexual or homosexual. The only difference is that some of them remind you of it as soon as you meet them, and others wait for a little while. Marguerite Duras differences waiting men A prolonged silence ensues. The reason for the silence is our growing interest one for the other. No one is aware of it, no one yet; no one? am I quite sure? Marguerite Duras growing silence reason I've forgotten the words with which to tell you. I knew them once, but I've forgotten them, and now I'm talking to you without them. Marguerite Duras forgotten talking Banality is sometimes striking. Marguerite Duras banality sometimes All that remains of that minute is time in all its purity, bone-white time. Marguerite Duras bones purity white Some people are like that - closed - they can't learn from anyone. Us, for example, we can't learn anything, neither I from you nor you from me, nor from anyone, nor from anything, nor from what happens. Marguerite Duras example happens people Stormy skies, says Ernesto. He grieved for them. Summer rain. Childhood. Marguerite Duras summer rain sky Acting doesn't bring anything to a text. On the contrary, it detracts from it. Marguerite Duras 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 then he becomes one of the children. Marguerite Duras
