Quotes by : Julien Gracq

Often, beyond the next turning, footfalls of a herd galloping across stone were heard, or further in....

It was a fossilized path: the will which had cut this gash out of these solitary places so that the blood....

No, what numbed these fields, peopled with bad dreams was not the oppressive grip of a plague but rather....

A history of literature, unlike history as such, ought to list only victories, for its defeats are no....

...a redoubtable alchemy was at work behind impenetrable veils as the forest prepared its nocturnal mysteries.....

Blood had long since ceased to beat from one end to the other, but one could sense, from passages marked....

This stretch through the fogbound forest gradually lulled Grange into his favorite daydream; in it he....