To see was terrifying, and to stop seeing tore me apart from my forehead to my throat. — Maurice Blanchot
But my silence is real. If I hid it from you, you would find it again a little farther on. — Maurice Blanchot
If nothing were substituted for everything, it would still be too much and too little. — Maurice Blanchot
A writer never reads his work. For him, it is the unreadable, a secret, and he cannot remain — Maurice Blanchot
Lovers of painting and lovers of music are people who openly display their preference — Maurice Blanchot
