“And when he catches me looking at him, he gives me this incredibly sweet, calm smile, and I think that we've got our lives ahead of us, our whole lives.”

“Before I met No I thought that violence meant shouting and hitting and war and blood. Now I know that there can also be violence in silence and that it’s sometimes invisible to the naked eye. There’s violence in the time that conceals wounds, the relentless succession of days, the impossibility of turning back the clock. Violence is what escapes us. It’s silent and hidden. Violence is what remains inexplicable, what stays forever opaque...My mother stands there at the living room door with her arms by her sides. And I think that there's violence in that too - in her inability to reach out to me, to make the gesture which is impossible and so forever suspended.”

“If you consider that a single straight line can be drawn between any two points, one day I'm going to draw a line from him to me or me to him.”

“I used to think things were the way they are for a reason, that there was some hidden meaning. I used to think that this meaning governed the way the world was. But it's an illusion to think that there are good and bad reasons. Grammar is a lie to make us think that what we say is connected by a logic that you'll find if you study it, a lie that gone on for centuries. Because I now know that life just lurches between stability and instability and doesn't obey any law.”

“Approcher Lucile, avec toutes les précautions du monde ou à bras raccourcis, c’est aussi approcher les autres, les vivants, au risque d’ailleurs de m’en écarter. À ma sœur, j’ai demandé comme aux autres de me parler de Lucile, de me prêter ses souvenirs.”

“My Dad says that we're the meanest to the ones we love because we know they'll still love us.”

“L’homme que j’aime, dont l’amour se heurte parfois à mes absences, s’est inquiété, il y a quelque temps, de me voir entreprendre ce travail. C’est ainsi en tout cas que j’ai interprété sa question, posée avec une certaine prudence : avais-je besoin d’écrire ça ? Ce à quoi, sans hésitation, j’ai répondu que non. J’avais besoin d’écrire et ne pouvais écrire rien d’autre, rien d’autre que ça. La nuance est de taille !”