Quotes by : Jean-Marie G. Le Clézio

There is no such thing as self-awareness. Imagine thought retreating into itself to think about itself.....

[M]ay not literature (and, in particular, fiction) be considered a desperate and permanently thwarted....

All words are possible, then, all names. They rain down, all these words, they disintegrate into a powdery....

Real lives have no end. Real books have no end.

He who writes books that aim to convince is a comedian, too, just a comedian. What has he got to offer....

I wanted to write an adventure story, not, it's true, I really did. I shall have failed, that's all.....

[W]hat is one to say of the writer who lies when he writes that he is lying?

They were the men and the women of the sand, of the wind, of the light, of the night. They appeared as....

The earth is neither fabulous nor paradisal. And therefore it is not hell.

The world was a sick animal, a sort of huge cancerous tumour, a thing of bubbling liquids, whitish patches,....