The Wolf Quotes

“When there is no bread and even when there is we should eat our fill of one another.”
― Marie-Claire Blais, The Wolf

“to glide gently into facile hands that would deform him.”
― Marie-Claire Blais, The Wolf

“I drink to the health of the child prodigy who finally met the gentleman with the golden ass. Vive little Sébastien, he’ll grow up. And the Schubert song that you said you only played for me, you little viper, you played it for him, your fingers melting on the notes like butter. You’re selling yourself. You’re giving yourself to a fur-trader, a man who’s going to kill seals on their sacred ground, who’s going to set traps for wolves in the wildest, most beautiful depths of the forests, who burns their territory — a merchant whom Jesus himself chased out of the temple! You’re the one who is riff-raff, not the man who kisses me on the mouth at the public pool! That’s what happens when you think you’re delicate, different from the others: you get yourself recognized by a pig. You’ve been recognized, now go lick his feet and anything else you want.”
― Marie-Claire Blais, The Wolf

“People who love as you do, with that plentitude and fire, always forget what others experience. The lover is not the one to be pitied: he quenches his thirst with his own pain, his own fire feeds him; but the loved one is like dry cracked ground that we ask to produce fountains and lakes; he receives all the offerings and homage of a lover and says nothing; he is a man with no answers and no voice because he is worn out. The gifts of youth dazzle and astonish him but he, the dying man who is not yet quite dead, who still loves life, who thinks first of all of protecting his peace, his interior fortress, really he finds nothing to say. The other’s love is transformed into a reproach because he does not know how to answer it.”
― Marie-Claire Blais, The Wolf