Aujourd'hui maman est morte. Ou peut-?tre hier, je ne sais pas.
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Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday; I can't be sure.
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First sentences of the book; some translations retain the original Maman.Albert Camus
Combien de choses nous servoyent hier d’articles de foy, qui nous sont fables aujourd’huy?
Michel de Montaigne
Rome seule aujourd'hui peut résister ? Rome.
Pierre Corneille
She clearly does not enjoy being interviewed or asked to articulate in a formal way what are, to her, natural assumptions about her writing. She is sincere and helpful, but questions that are pompous or elaborate, or about personal life, or that might be interpreted as challenging her work, are liable to elicit only a simple “oui” or “non,” or “je ne sais pas— je ne sais pas du tout” — and then an amused, disconcerting smile.
Francoise Sagan
Ce qu’on ne peut dire et ce qu’on ne peut taire, la musique l’exprime.
Victor Hugo
For the first time in a long time I thought about Maman. I felt as if I understood why at the end of her life she had taken a 'fiancé,' why she had played at beginning again. Even there, in that home where lives were fading out, evening was a kind of wistful respite. So close to death, Maman must have felt free then and ready to live it all again. Nobody, nobody had the right to cry over her. And I felt ready to live it all again too. As if the blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself — so like a brother, really — I felt I had been happy and that I was happy again. For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone, I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hate.
Albert Camus
Camus, Albert
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