Author of quotes: Patrick Modiano

Everything will be fine, the monotony of everyday life calming effect...

... Sunday always leaves strange memories - a piece of nothingness, something that is marginalized from everyday life.

I never anything from anyone not ask and do not require assistance.

Night on the streets, you feel a member of another, second life and much more exciting than the first one, or just imagining it.

The edge of life gives its inhabitants the comfort, accustomed to those who live in the centre of large cities.

However, you cannot erase the past completely. Will always remain a witness, the people among whom you lived.

Coming to long and too broad Karl-Marx-Allee, built vast concrete buildings similar to barracks, Bosmans, oddly enough, did not feel lost and a stranger. "These streets are my peers. I too for decades have tried to lay perfectly flat highway to build a rectangular house with glossy facades, to set a clear road signs to hide the primordial swamps and gullies, bad parents, the sins of youth. But despite all their efforts, and were on the waste ground painfully and felt something missing in my life, or the road to me was blocked by a row of old houses, damaged by war, cruel remorse".

It happens that quickly lose what truly cherish: four leaf clover, a love letter, a Teddy bear. But some unnecessary thing persistently accompany you for years whether you like it or not. I think that we managed to get rid of her, but find her at the bottom of the box.

... when you live day after day, from shaky changeable daily forward catch.

... words overheard in a dream and hit you, or be sheer nonsense, should Wake up, or completely forgotten, even though you swore to remember them forever.

Oh God, how ridiculous and insignificant it becomes with time everything that was causing suffering, how stupid they seem, imposed on us in childhood and adolescence, by chance or fate.

Why believe if minor words exchanged by the two at the moment of meeting, melting into nothingness, as if they were never there? It was forever silent voices, phone conversations for a century? Disappeared millions of secrets, whispers this in my ear? Lost fragments of phrases, meaningless, and therefore doomed to oblivion?

In his youth in frivolity we think that cheaply, forever freed from the ancient curse if we are lucky to live a few weeks calm and carefree on the banks of the bright sun of the lake in a neutral country. But we instantly call to order. No, nothing from the troubles will not go away.

The future... <...> But in my youth we did not think about it. We were not aware of their own happiness, in a perpetual present.