« This isn't the ink that makes writing, it is the voice, the solitary truth of the voice, the bleeding of truth to the belly of the voice. »
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Christian Bobin
L’Inespérée |
Christian Bobin
L’Inespérée
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« A book is large by the greatness of the despair which he proceeds, by all that night which weighs on him and keeping him a long time to be born. »
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Christian Bobin
Une Petite robe de fête |
Christian Bobin
Une Petite robe de fête
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« This border, between the readers and others, is more closed yet that money. He who is without money shortage of everything. He who is without reading lack of the lack. »
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Christian Bobin
Une petite robe de fête |
Christian Bobin
Une petite robe de fête
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