There Are Children Who Will

If There Is Any Realm Where Distinction Is Especially Difficult, It Is The Realm Of Childhood Memories, The Realm Of Beloved Images Harbored In Memory Since Childhood. These Memories Which Live By The Image And In Virtue Of The Image Become, At Certain Times Of Our Lives And Particularly During The Quiet Age, The Origin And Matter Of A Complex Reverie: The Memory Dreams, And Reverie Remembers.

The Only Possible Proof Of The Existence Of Water, The Most Convincing And The Most Intimately True Proof, Is Thirst.

The Best Proof Of The Specificity Of The Book Is That It Is At Once A Reality Of The Virtual And A Virtuality Of The Real.

We Comfort Ourselves By Reliving Memories Of Protection. Something Closed Must Retain Our Memories, While Leaving Them Their Original Value As Images. Memories Of The Outside World Will Never Have The Same Tonality As Those Of Home And, By Recalling These Memories, We Add To Our Store Of Dreams; We Are Never Real Historians, But Always Near Poets, And Our Emotion Is Perhaps Nothing But An Expression Of A Poetry That Was Lost.

One Must Always Maintain One's Connection To The Past And Yet Ceaselessly Pull Away From It.