Best 12 quotes of Alain Robbe-grillet on MyQuotes

Deux me'  tresou un peu plusse  parent donc l'homme de la femme. Two metres, or a little more, separates a man from a woman.

Et une fois de plus je m'avan c° ais le long de ces me"  mes couloirs, marchant depuis des jours, depuis des mois, depuis des anne  es, a'   votre rencontre. And one more time, I advanced along these same hallways, walking for days, for months, for years, to meet you.

Le lecteur, lui non plus, ne voit pas les choses du dehors. Il est dans le labyrinthe aussi. The reader [as well as the main character] does not view the work from outside. He too is in the labyrinth.

Memory belongs to the imagination.

Memory belongs to the imagination. Human memory is not like a computer which records things; it is part of the imaginative process, on the same terms as invention.

Premie'  re approximation: j'e  cris pour de  truire, en les de  crivant avec pre  cision, des monstres nocturnes qui menacent d'envahir ma vie e  veille  e. First general point: I write to destroy, by describing exactly the nocturnal monsters that threaten to invade my waking life.

The art of the novel, however, has fallen into such a state of stagnation - a lassitude acknowledged and discussed by the whole of critical opinion - that it is hard to imagine such an art can survive for long without some radical change. To many, the solution seems simple enough: such a change being impossible, the art of the novel is dying.

There is a famous Russian cartoon in which a hippopotamus, in the bush, points out a zebra to another hippopotamus: 'You see,' he says, 'now that’s formalism.

the world is neither meaningful, nor absurd. it quite simply is, and that, in any case, is what is so remarkable about it.

To tell the truth, girls are no longer the way they used to be. They play gangsters, nowadays, just like boys. They organize rackets. They plan holdups and practice karate. They will rape defenseless adolescents. They wear pants... Life has become impossible.

What do young girls dream of? Of the knife and of blood.

The word "avant-garde," for example, despite its note of impartiality, generally serves to dismiss-as though by a shrug of the shoulders-any work that risks giving a bad conscience to the literature of mass consumption.