“Fear is a manipulative emotion that can trick us into living a boring life.” “And once you live a good story, you get a taste for a kind of meaning in life, and you can't go back to being normal; you can't go back to meaningless scenes stitched together...
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“I never liked jazz music because jazz music doesn't resolve. But I was outside the Bagdad Theater in Portland one night when I saw a man playing the saxophone. I stood there for fifteen minutes, and he never opened his eyes. After that I liked jazz music....
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“Everybody has to leave, everybody has to leave their home and come back so they can love it again for all new reasons.” “It's funny how you can't ask difficult questions in a familiar place, how you have to stand back a few feet and see things in a new...
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Je suis mort au règne minéral et je suis devenu une plante ; je suis mort à la nature végétale et j’ai atteint l’animalité. Je suis mort à l’animalité et je suis devenu un humain. Pourquoi donc aurais-je peur ? Ai-je jamais été diminué en mourant ? La...
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Le plateau de la Gadda est bien tel qu’il l’a vu, sans fin, monotone, presque sépulcral, d’une beauté hors de la mesure humaine. Minéral : au fur et à mesure qu’on avance vers le Sud, la végétation rase des abords du Draa s’amenuise, se fait plus chétive,...
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Deux héros otages de leur époque "Le soir de mon arrivée, je me suis baladé sur les remparts de la ville, se souvient aujourd'hui Anthony Doerr. Le brouillard était épais, la marée basse, chaque fenêtre lançait sa lumière dans la brume. J'avais le sentiment...
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Par Christian Briend Conservateur au Musée national d’art moderne, commissaire de l’exposition Gottfried Honegger reste un artiste à redécouvrir. L’hommage que lui rend le Centre Pompidou contribue, en mettant l’accent sur la genèse et le développement...
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Not long after we moved to Paris, in the fall of 1995, my wife, Martha, and I saw, in the window of a shop on the rue Saint-Sulpice, a nineteenth-century engraving, done in the manner, though I'm now inclined to think not from the hand, of Daumier. It...
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In love we find out who we want to be, In war we find out who we are..... FRANCE, 1939 In the quiet village of Carriveau, Vianne Mauriac says goodbye to her husband, Antoine, as he heads for the Front. She doesn't believe that the Nazis will invade France...
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Tonight the moon came up, it was nearly full Way down here on Earth, I could feel its pull The weight of gravity, or just the lure of light Made me want to leave my only home tonight Yes I'm just wondering how we know where we belong Is it in a photograph,...
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