He lifted me up and held me close against him, my head on his shoulder. At that moment I loved him. In the morning light he was as golden, as soft, as gentle as myself, and he would protect me.
Francoise SaganRead
Of course the illusion of art is to make one believe that great literature is very close to life, but exactly the opposite is true. Life is amorphous, literature is formal.
Interpretation
Art creates a formal representation of life, which is often chaotic and unstructured.
Francoise Sagan emphasizes that while art, particularly literature, may seem to mirror the complexities of life, it actually offers a structured and refined perspective. In reality, life is fluid and unpredictable, contrasting with the more ordered expression found in literary works. This highlights the differences between the inherent chaos of human experiences and the formalized portrayal found in artistic expressions.
In practice
During a discussion on the significance of art in society.
He lifted me up and held me close against him, my head on his shoulder. At that moment I loved him. In the morning light he was as golden, as soft, as gentle as myself, and he would protect me.
No one is more conventional than a woman who is falling out of love.
The one thing I regret is that I will never have time to read all the books I want to read.
One can never speak enough of the virtues, the dangers, the power of shared laughter.
I have loved to the point of madness; That which is called madness, That which to me, Is the only sensible way to love.
I was thinking that I should be content to kiss him until the break of day. Bertrand ran out of kisses too soon; desire made them superfluous in his eyes. They were only a stage on the road to pleasure, not something inexhaustible and self-sufficient, as Luc had revealed them to me.
The camera relieves us of the burden of memory. It surveys us like God, and it surveys for us. Yet no other god has been so cynical, for the camera records in order to forget.
It is in their 'good' characters that novelists make, unawares, the most shocking self- revelations.
Film is truth 24 times a second, and every cut is a lie.
IN ANSWER TO THE QUESTION: WHAT SCENES ONE WOULD LIKE TO HAVE FILMED Shakespeare in the part of the King's Ghost. The beheading of Louis the Sixteenth, the drums drowning his speech on the scaffold. Herman Melville at breakfast, feeling a sardine to his cat. Poe's wedding. Lewis Carroll's picnics. The Russians leaving Alaska, delighted with the deal. Shot of a seal applauding.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
What is it precisely, that feeling of 'returning' from a poem? Something is lighter, softer, larger - then it fades, but never completely.
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