Quotes from Michel Houellebecq

No one in the West will ever be happy again, she also thought, never again; happiness today is nothing but an old dream, the past conditions for its existence are simply no longer being fulfilled.

Adolescent, Michel croyait que la souffrance donnait à l'homme une dignité supplémentaire. Il devait maintenant en convenir: il s'était trompé. Ce qui donnait à l'homme une dignité supplémentaire, c'était la télévision.

The outside world was harsh, merciless towards the weak, and hardly ever kept its promises, and love remained the only thing in which one could still, perhaps, have faith.

If they can read in the eyes of a man an energy, a passion, then they find him attractive.

Por mucho valor, sangre fría y humor que uno acumule a lo largo de su vida, siempre acaba con el corazón destrozado. Y entonces uno deja de reírse. A fin de cuentas ya sólo quedan la soledad, el frío y el silencio. A fin de cuentas, sólo queda la muerte.

In contemporary Western society, death is like white noise to a man in good health; it fills his mind when his dreams and plans fade. With age, the noise becomes increasingly insistent, like a dull roar with the occasional screech. In another age the sound meant waiting for the kingdom of God; it is now an anticipation of death. Such is life.

La desgracia sólo alcanza su punto más alto cuando hemos visto, lo bastante cerca, la posibilidad práctica de la felicidad.

Está lección autobiográfica no lo es en realidad: sea como sea, no tengo otra salida. Sino escribo lo que he visto sufriría igual; y quizás un poco más. Un poco solamente, insisto en esto. La escritura no alivia apenas. Describe, delimita. Introduce una sombra de coherencia,una idea de realismo. Uno sigue chapoteando en una niebla sangrienta, pero hay algunos puntos de referencia. El caos se queda a unos pocos metros. Pobre éxito, en realidad.

Las relaciones humanas se vuelven progresivamente imposibles, lo cual reduce otro tanto la cantidad de anécdotas de las que se compone una vida. Y poco a poco aparece el rostro de la muerte, en todo su esplendor.

and there can't be an area of human activity as utterly boring as the law.

Il est probablement impossible, pour des gens ayant vécu et prospéré dans un système social donné, d'imaginer le point de vue de ceux qui, n'ayant jamais rien eu à attendre de ce système, envisagent sa destruction sans frayeur particulière.

A whore can always turn herself into a good little cook over time.

Das Leben, dachte Michel, müsste eigentlich etwas Einfaches sein; etwas, das man wie eine Aneinanderreihung endlos wiederholter kleiner Rituale erleben kann. Rituale, die etwas albern sein durften, aber an die man trotzdem glauben konnte. Ein Leben ohne große Erwartungen und ohne Dramen.

A woman is human, obviously, but she represents a slightly different kind of humanity.

I was about as political as a bath towel.

El mundo exterior era duro, implacable con los débiles, no cumplía nunca sus promesas, y el amor seguía siendo lo único en lo que todavía se podía, quizá, tener fe.

La liberté, à titre personnel, j'étais plutôt contre; il est amusant de constater que ce sont toujours les adversaires de la liberté qui se trouvent, à un moment ou à un autre, en avoir le plus besoin.

Everyday morality is always a blend, variously proportioned, of perfect morality and other more ambiguous ideas, for the most part religious. The greater the proportion of pure morality in a particular system, the happier and more enduring the society. Ultimately, a society governed by the pure principles of universal morality could last until the end of the world.

Historically, such human beings have existed. Human beings who have worked - worked hard - all their lives with no other motive than their love and devotion; who have literally given their lives for others, out of love and devotion. Human beings who have no sense of having made any sacrifice; who cannot imagine any other way of life than giving their lives for others - out of love and devotion. In general, such human beings are invariably women.

Life begins at fifty, that's true, inasmuch as it ends at forty.

The response closest to the truth was probably something like 'Nothing'; but it's always difficult to explain that kind of thing to an active person.

I continued to wonder what exactly I had done to deserve a woman like Valerie. Nothing, probably. I observe the world as it unfurls, I thought; proceeding empirically, in good faith, I observe it; I can do no more than observe.

What was he doing? Reading a little, maybe. We can't even be sure of this. In fact, his biographers have to admit they don't know much at all, and that, judging from appearances - at least between the ages of eighteen and twenty-three - he did absolutely nothing.

Love binds, and it binds forever. Good binds, while evil unravels. Separation is another word for evil; it is also another word for deceit. All that exists is a magnificent interweaving, vast and reciprocal.