And so we must dig in to see where raw words and fundamental sounds are buried so that the great silence within can finally be decoded.

We all live like cockroaches in the crevices of our imagination.

To commit the act of felo-de-se is a form of delusion. You see, my love, to leave one’s life unfinished implies the possibility of success. What is left unlived may contain the potential truth one...

Most love stories are nocturnal. That’s what makes them so fascinating.

…but Marcel in the novel does not merely remember what happened to him when he was younger and lived the life of a dilettante, in most cases he invents, he speculates, imagines makes up stories...