Yann Andrea Steiner Quotes

“Sometimes your gaze alone scares me. Sometimes I've never seen you before. I no longer know what you're doing here, in this popular seaside resort, in this dull, crowded season, where you are even more alone than in your regional capital.

The better to kill you, perhaps, or to drive you away, I don't know. I sometimes manage to feel I've never seen you before. That I don't know you, to the point of horror. That I have no idea why you're here, what you want from me, or what will become of you. Becoming is the only subject we never, ever broach.

You must not know what you're doing here either, with this woman who is already old, mad with writing.

Maybe this is just normal, maybe it's the same all over; it's nothing, you came simply because you were desperate, as you are every day of your life. And also during certain summers at certain times of day or night when the sun quits the sky and slips into the sea, every evening, always, you cannot help wanting to die. This I know.

I see the two of us lost in similar natures. I can sometimes be overwhelmed by tenderness for the kind of people we are. Unstable, they say, a bit nutty. 'People who never go to the movies, or the theater, or parties.' Leftists are like that, you know, they have no clue how to enjoy life. Cannes makes them sick and so do the grand hotels of Morocco. Movies and theaters, it's all the same.”
― Marguerite Duras, Yann Andrea Steiner

“We tell each other things that have no relation to the afternoon’s events or the coming night but that relate to God, to his absence that is so present, like the breasts of the young girl, so young before the immensity of what is to come.”
― Marguerite Duras, Yann Andrea Steiner

“Then the girl spoke to the child. She told him she'd rather it remain this way between them.

That she'd rather their story not move from this place, even if the child didn't understand her; that it remain in this desire, even if that meant she put herself to death. Not a real death, mind you, but a dead death, where you don't hurt, where you're never sad, you're never punished, nothing.

She said, 'It should be completely impossible.'

She said, 'It should be desperate.”
― Marguerite Duras, Yann Andrea Steiner

“C’est après cette soirée que vous avez commencé à
m’écrire des lettres. Beaucoup de lettres. Quelquefois
une chaque jour. C’était des lettres très courtes, dessortes de billets, c’était, oui, des sortes d’appels criés
d’un lieu invivable, mortel, d’une sorte de désert. Ces
appels étaient d’une évidente beauté.
Je ne vous répondais pas.
Je gardais toutes les lettres.
Il y avait en haut des pages le nom de l’endroit où
elles avaient été écrites et l’heure ou le temps : Soleil ou
Pluie. Ou Froid. Ou : Seul.
Et puis une fois, vous êtes resté longtemps sans
écrire. Un mois peut-être, je ne sais plus pour ce
temps-là ce qu’il avait duré”
― Marguerite Duras, Yann Andrea Steiner