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Marguerite Duras

Marguerite Donnadieu, known as Marguerite Duras (French: [maʁ.ɡə.ʁit dy.ʁas]; 4 April 1914 – 3 March 1996), was a French novelist, playwright, screenwriter, essayist, and experimental filmmaker. Her script for the film Hiroshima mon amour (1959) earned her a nomination for Best Original Screenplay at the Academy Awards.

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The house a woman creates is a Utopia. She can't help it - can't help trying to interest her nearest and dearest not in happiness itself but in the search for it.

Happiness, Home, House, Interest, Search, Woman

It's afterwards you realize that the feeling of happiness you had with a man didn't necessarily prove that you loved him.

Feelings, Love, Man, Men, Prove, Realize

I have never waited for anything the way I've waited for today, when nothing will happen.

Happen, Happens, Nothing, Today, Waited, Way

A book consists of two layers: on top, the readable layer. . . and underneath, a layer that was inaccessible. You only sense its existence in a moment of distraction from the literal reading, the way you see childhood through a child. It would take forever to tell what you see, and it would be pointless.

Book, Childhood, Children, Distraction, Inaccessible, Reading

He wanted to pay her; he thought women ought to be paid for keeping men from dying or going out of their minds.

Dying, Men, Mind, Thought

Words don't change their shape, they change their meaning, their function. . . They don't have a meaning of their own any more, they refer to other words that you don't know, that you've never read or heard. . . you've never seen their shape, but you feel. . . you suspect. . . they correspond to. . . an empty space inside you. . . or in the universe.

Empty, Know, Shapes, Space, Suspect

It's only women who are not really quite women at all, frivolous women who have no idea, who neglect repairs.

Frivolous, Ideas, Neglect, Repairs, Women

I suddenly remember something I've been told about fear. That amid a hail of machine gun fire you notice the existence of your skin.

Existence, Fear, Fire, Gun, Machine, Skin

Nowhere is one more alone than in Paris. . . and yet surrounded by crowds. Nowhere is one more likely to incur greater ridicule. And no visit is more essential.

Alone, Crowds, Essential, Essentials, Paris

I see journalists as the manual workers, the laborers of the word. Journalism can only be literature when it is passionate.

Journalism, Literature, Manual, Passionate, Word, Workers

We, her children, are heroic, dersperate.

Children, Dersperate, Heroic

Men like women who write. Even though they don't say so. A writer is a foreign country.

Country, Like, Men, Though, Writing

It was the men I deceived the most that I loved the most.

Deceived, He Man, Love, Loved, Men

I acquired that drinker's face before I drank. Drink only confirmed it. The space for it existed in me.

Confirmed, Drink, Existed, Faces, Space

A woman's work, from the time she gets up to the time she goes to bed, is as hard as a day at war, worse than a man's working day. . . . To men, women's work was like the rain-bringing clouds, or the rain itself. The task involved was carried out every day as regularly as sleep. So men were happy - men in the Middle Ages, men at the time of the Revolution, and men in 1986: everything in the garden was lovely.

Clouds, Rain, Revolution, War, Women

Journalism without a moral position is impossible. Every journalist is a moralist. It's absolutely unavoidable.

Moral, Impossible, Journalism, Unavoidable

She had lived her early years as though she were waiting for something she might, but never did, become.

Become, Early, Might, Waiting, Years

You have to be very fond of men. Very, very fond. You have to be very fond of them to love them. Otherwise they're simply unbearable.

Love, Men, Philosophical, Simply, Unbearable

I often think of the image only I can see now, and of which I’ve never spoken. It’s always there, in the same silence, amazing. It’s the only image of myself I like, the only one in which I recognize myself, in which I delight

Delight, Image, Same, Silence, Thinking

The thing that's between us is fascination, and the fascination resides in our being alike. Whether you're a man or a woman, the fascination resides in finding out that we're alike.

Fascination, Men, Relationship, Thing, Woman

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