Andreï Makine Quotes
The fatal mistake we make is looking for a paradise that endures...This obsession with what lasts causes us to overlook many a fleeting paradise.
The translator of prose is the slave of the author, and the translator of poetry is his rival.
Men can be pitiless towards a woman whose body has eluded them, particularly if this is thanks to their own cowardice.
Their own life together was like a subtle watercolor sketch, invisible to other people. They gave the world what it required of them and for the rest of the time were content to be forgotten.
The loudspeaker on the wall crackles, hisses, and suddenly announces, in astonishingly soothing tones, that a train is going to be delayed. An ocean swell of sighs ripples through the waiting room.