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« What are they waiting for? The death of their analyst by saving himself from having to kill him? To take everything, it is better to tire him or make him die of boredom. But the uns formulated wish is probably this: to find a way to die together, at the same time, one in his chair, the other on the couch. »
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Jean-Bertrand Pontalis
On the margins of the nights |
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Jean-Bertrand Pontalis
On the margins of the nights
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« I decided to part with what was a long time - twenty-five years - a part of my life. Every time we separate ourselves - from a place, from a woman, from a book after publication - we separate ourselves. »
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Jean-Bertrand Pontalis
Windows |
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Jean-Bertrand Pontalis
Windows
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« The words shadows carried have long exerted on me a power of attraction comparable to that which I could feel with the words limbo and clearing. Words and what they mean. The limbo this place without precise contours, located between the darkness of Hell and the radiant light of Paradise; the clearing that opens, as unexpected as hoped, in the hollow of the forest so dense and dark that I fear to get lost in it before the clearing and its light would dispel the nascent anguish. »
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Jean-Bertrand Pontalis
Crossing the shadows |
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Jean-Bertrand Pontalis
Crossing the shadows
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