Jonathan

“I know that I am a sensualist.
If I have such a love for the memory of my father, if I can never separate myself from his image, if time cannot cut the thread, it is because in the experiences of every single day I realize all that he has done for me. He was the first to recognize my sensuousness. He was the first to see, with his gray eyes, that sensuousness that made me touch a wall and imagine the roughness like porous skin. That sensuousness that prevented me from learning music, putting a higher price on the intoxication of listening than on the joy of being skilful, that sensuousness that made me like a drop of water pierced by the sun, pierced by the shapes and colors in the world, bearing in truth, like a drop of water, the form, the color, the sound, the sensation, physically in my flesh.”
― Jean Giono, Blue Boy

“The bark of the tree, the scale of the foot, that was all there was between the blood of the bird and tree. There were only these barriers of skin between.”
― Jean Giono, Blue Boy

“Franchesc's stories never had any point or ending. They would wander at random like pigeons. They would fly, calling, in all directions, and the house was henceforth inhabited by these screaming tales. They never died. Sometimes they were found long after in some dark corner. There they were waiting, and sometimes they would leap up at one.”
― Jean Giono, Blue Boy

“It sometimes happens that two people who know each other, but are not on intimate terms with one another, suddenly and rapidly, in the course of a few moments, establish an intimacy, the awareness of which is immediately expressed in their eyes, in their gentle, affectionate smiles and in their very movements.”
― Ivan Turgenev, Nest of the Gentry, Virgin Soil