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More Quotes by Louis Aragon
It sometimes happens that pleasure blows anywhere it damn well chooses.
Love is made by two people, in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd, but in an oblivious crowd.
I have no friends, there are only people I love.
We know that the nature of genius is to provide idiots with ideas twenty years later.
There are strange flowers of reason to match each error of the senses. Admirable gardens of absurd beliefs, forebodings, obsessions and frenzies. Unknown, ever-changing gods take shape there.
There are other relations besides reality, which the mind is capable of grasping and which also are primary, like chance, illusion, the fantastic, the dream.
Language was not given to man: he seized it.
For each man there awaits a particular image capable of annihilating the entire universe.
Photography intervenes in a very strange way. It makes the streets, gates, squares of the city into illustrations of a trashy novel, draws off the banal obviousness of this ancient architecture to inject it with the most pristine intensity.
Most people have never known solitude. But there are a few of the other kind who can go back to their rooms anywhere and close the door on the whole world, and feel that they need never emerge.
