“In 1850, August Salzmann photographed, near Jerusalem, the road to Beith-Lehem (as it was spelled at the time): nothing but stony ground, olive trees; but three tenses dizzy my consciousness: my present, the time of Jesus, and that of the photographer, all this under the instance of reality — and no longer through the elaborations of the text, whether fictional or poetic, which itself is never credible down to the root.”
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“As soon as someone dies, frenzied construction of the future (shifting furniture, etc.): futuromania.”
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“Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering.”
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“To whom could I put this question (with any hope of an answer)? Does being able to live without someone you loved mean you loved her less than you thought...?”
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