« This insane love that I have for him remains an unfathomable mystery to me.
I don’t know why I loved him to the point of wanting to die his death… I loved him, it seemed,
forever and nothing new could happen to this love. I had forgotten death. » (Marguerite Duras)
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Marguerite Duras
« His body had become mine, I couldn’t make out any more. I had become the living negation of reason. And all the reasons that could have been opposed to this lack of reason, I would have swept them away, and how, like houses of cards, and like, precisely, purely imaginary reasons…I no longer had a homeland but love itself. » (Marguerite Duras)
L’actrice Jane March
The writer Marguerite Duras
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