Quotes from Georges Perec

Pero tú, pobre Dédalo, no tenías laberinto. Falso prisionero, tu puerta estaba abierta.

I seek the eternal and the ephemeral.

Quelque chose se cassait, quelque chose s'est cassé. Tu ne te sens plus - comment dire? - soutenu : quelque chose qui, qui, te semblait-il, te semble-t-il, t'as jusqu'alors réconforté, t'a tenu chaud au coeur, le sentiment de ton existence, de ton importance presque, l'impression d'adhérer, de baigner dans le monde, se met à te faire défaut.

Il a suffi, il a presque suffi, un jour de mai où il faisait trop chaud, de l'inopportune conjonction d'un text dont tu avais perdu le fil, d'un bol de Nescafé au goût soudain trop amer [...]

Tu as tout à apprendre, tout ce qui ne s'apprendre pas : la solitude, l'indifférence, la patience, le silence.

Despite appearances, puzzling is not a solitary game: every move the puzzler makes, the puzzlemaker has made before; every piece the puzzler picks up, and picks up again, and studies and strokes, every combination he tries, and tries a second time, every blunder and every insight, each hope and each discouragement have all been designed, calculated, and decided by the other.

Question your tea spoons.

What we need to question is bricks, concrete, glass, our table manners, our utensils, our tools, the way we spend our time, our rhythms. To question that which seems to have ceased forever to astonish us. We live, true, we breathe, true; we walk, we go downstairs, we sit at a table in order to eat, we lie down on a bed on order to sleep. How? Where? When? Why? Describe your street. Describe another. Compare.

It is on a day like this one, a little later a little earlier that you descover without surprise that something is wrong that you don't know how to live and you will never know

To want nothing. Just to wait, until there is nothing left to wait for. Just to wander, and to sleep. To let yourself be carried along by the crowds, and the streets. To follow the gutters, the fences, the water's edge. To walk the length of the embankments, to hug the walls. To waste your time. To have no projects, to feel no impatience. To be without desire, or resentment, or revolt.

This is how space begins, with words only, signs traced on the blank page. To describe space: to name it, to trace it, like those portolano-makers who saturated the coastlines with the names of harbours, the names of capes, the names of inlets, until in the end the land was only separated from the sea by a continuous ribbon of text. Is the aleph, that place in Borges from which the entire world is visible simultaneously, anything other than an alphabet?

What a marvellous invention man is! He can blow on his hands to warm them up, and blow on his soup to cool it down.

From this, one can make a deduction which is quite certainly the ultimate truth of jigsaw puzzles: despite appearances, puzzling is not a solitary game: every move the puzzler makes, the puzzlemaker has made before; every piece the puzzler picks up, and picks up again, and studies and strokes, every combination he tries, and tries a second time, every blunder and every insight, each hope and each discouragement have all been designed, calculated, and decided by the other.

To write: to try meticulously to retain something, to cause something to survive; to wrest a few precise scraps from the void as it grows, to leave somewhere a furrow, a trace, a mark or a few signs.

It is on a day like this one, a little later, a little earlier, that you discover, without surprise, that something is wrong, that, without mincing words, you don't know how to live, that you will never know." -from "A Man Asleep

I have neither one nor the other, and that has been going on for so long now that I have stopped wondering whether it is hate or love which gives us the strength to continue this life of lies, which provides the formidable energy that allows us to go on suffering, and hoping.

A gap will yawn, achingly, day by day, it will turn into a colossal pit, an abyss without foundation, a gradual invasion of words by margins, blank and insignificant, so that all of us, to a man, will find nothing to say.

Vivir es pasar de un espacio a otro sin golpearse

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