Quotes by : Jean-Marie G. Le Clézio

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

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....

Horror is not unimaginable, it has neither the face of a monster nor the bat-wings of a demon. It is....

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

Nights are long when it's cold and you're waiting for a train.

Thinking! Thinking! The process should no longer be merely this feeble flurry of hailstones that raises....

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

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