“His gentleness was unaffected by his pain. He didn't speak of the pain, never a word about it. Sometimes his face would quiver, he'd close his eyes and clench his teeth. But he never said anything about the images behind his closed eyes. It was as he loved the pain, loved it as he'd loved me, intensely, unto death perhaps, and as if he preferred it now to me.”

The Lover, Marguerite Duras

“Very early in my life it was much too late.”

The Lover, Marguerite Duras

“That she had so completely recovered her sanity was a source of sadness to her.”

The Ravishing of Lol Stein, Marguerite Duras