Author: Patrick Modiano

Cites

• Guy Debord (1)
  • IN: In the Cafe of Lost Youth (2007) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Halfway along the path of real life, we were encircled by a dark melancholy, expressed by so many sad and mocking words, in the cafe of lost youth.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, France
• Stendhal (1)
  • IN: So You Don't Get Lost in the Neighborhood (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I cannot provide the reality of events, I can only convey their shadow.
    FROM: The Life of Henry Brulard, (1890), Book, France
• Scott Fitzgerald (1)
  • IN: The Night Watch (1972) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Why was I identified with the very objects of my horror and compassion?
    FROM: Handle with Care, (1936), Article, US
• Rimbaud (1)
  • IN: Ring Roads (1974) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: If only I had a past at some other point in French history! But no, nothing.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, France
• Paul Éluard (2)
  • IN: Suspended Sentences (1968) Fiction, French
    EPIGRAPH: Doorbells, dangling limbs, no one comes this far, Doorbells, swinging gates, a rage to disappear No dog has his day When the master's gone away.
    FROM: Unknown, (None), Poem, France
• Unknown (1)
  • IN: The Occupation Trilogy (1968) Historical Fiction, French
    EPIGRAPH: In June 1942, a German officer approaches a young man and says, 'Excuse me, monsieur, where is the Place De l'etoile？‘ The young man gestures to the left side of his chest.
    FROM: Jewish Story, (None), Short story, NULL
• Robert Louis Stevenson (1)
  • IN: Suspended Sentences (1968) Fiction, French
    EPIGRAPH: There is scarce a family that can count four generations but lays a claim to some dormant title or some castle and estate: a claim not prosecutable in any court of law, but flattering to the fancy and a great alleviation of idle hours. A man's claim to his own past is yet less valid.
    FROM: A Chapter on Dreams, (1892), Essay, UK
• Alphonse de Lamartine (1)
  • IN: Suspended Sentences (1968) Fiction, French
    EPIGRAPH: A chatty old woman A rider in gray An ass that is watching A rope fall away Some lilies and roses In an old mustard pot On the highway to Paris These things you will spot.
    FROM: Unknown, (None), Poem, France