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Louis-Ferdinand Celine (1894 – 1961)


French author.
Louis-Ferdinand Celine
Almost every desire a poor man has is a punishable offence.
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"The rich don't have to kill to eat." Ė
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A woman who spends her time worrying about pregnancy is a virtual cripple; she'll never go very far.?




God is being repaired. L'…cole des cadavres (School for Corpses), DenoŽl 1942, p.6
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The rich are inebriate in another way and cannot contrive to grasp these frenzied longings for security. To be rich is another form of intoxication: it spells forgetfulness. In fact, that is what one wants riches for: to forget.
The natives, by and large, had to be driven to work with clubs, they preserved that much dignity, whereas the whites, perfected by public education, worked of their own free will.
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Experience is a dim lamp, which only lights the one who bears it.
If you aren't rich you should always look useful.
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In the kitchens of love, after all, vice is like the pepper in a good sauce; it brings out the flavour, it's indispensable." ?
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Hate gave birth to the slang; Slang (Ďargotí) exists not anymore.
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I cannot refrain from doubting that there exist other genuine realizations of our deepest character than war and illness, those two infinities of nightmare.




We are, by nature, so futile that distraction alone can prevent us from dying altogether.
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Love is infinity - come down to poodles'level.
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I should give all the works of Baudelaire for a female Olympic swimmer. (Letters to Milton Hindus)
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Living, just by itself - what a dirge that is! Life is a classroom and Boredom's the usher, there all the time to spy on you; whatever happens, you've got to look as if you were awfully busy all the time doing something that's terribly exciting - or he'll come along and nibble your brain.
It's harder to lose the wish to love than the wish to live.
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And the music came back with the carnival, the music you've heard as far back as you can remember, ever since you were little, that's always playing somewhere, in some corner of the city, in little country towns, wherever poor people go and sit at the end of the week to figure out what's become of them, sometimes here, sometimes there, from season to season, it tinkles and grinds out the tunes that rich people danced to the year before. It's the mechanical music that floats down from the wooden horses, from the cars that aren't cars anymore, from the railways that aren't at all scenic, from the platform under the wrestler who hasn't any muscles and doesn't come from Marseille, from the beardless lady, the magician who's a butter-fingered jerk, the organ that's not made of gold, the shooting gallery with the empty eggs. It's the carnival made to delude the weekend crowd.
We go in and drink the beer with no head on it. But under the cardboard trees the stink of the waiter's breath is real. And the change he gives you has several peculiar coins in it, so peculiar that you go on examining them for weeks and weeks and finally, with considerable difficulty, palm them off on some beggar. What do you expect at the carnival? Gotta have what fun you can between hunger and jail, and take things as they come. No sense complaining, we're sitting down aren't we? Which ain't to be sneezed at. I saw the same old Gallery of the Nations, the one Lola caught sight of years and years ago on that avenue in the park of Saint-Cloud. You always see things again at carnivals, they revive the joy of past carnivals. Over the years the crowds must have come back time and again to stroll on the main avenue of the park of Saint-Cloud...taking it easy. The war had been over long ago. And say I wonder if that shooting gallery still belonged to the same owner? Had he come back alive from the war? I take an interest in everything. Those are the same targets, but in addition, they're shooting at airplanes now. Novelty. Progress. Fashion. The wedding was still there, the soldier too, and the town hall with its flag. Plus a few more things to shoot at than before.
The one who talks about the future is a rascal. The present is the only thing that matters. To invoke oneís posterity is to make a speech to maggots.
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I should be able to get the alligators to dance to the tune of the pan pipe. (March 30, 1947)
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I clearly see you a tapeworm, but not a cobra, not a cobra at all...no good at the flute! (Ö) Iíll go applaud you when you finally become a true monster, when youíll have paid them, the witches, what you have to, their price, so they transmute you, blossom you, into a true phenomenon. Into a tapeworm that plays the flute. (To the Fidgeting Lunatic)


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