 | We never know anything about anyone. I used to think the same think about your marriage, and look what happened to you and Delia. It’s hard enough keeping track of ourselves. Once it comes to other people, we don’t have a clue. |
It reminds me of a line of dialogue in Alain Resnais’ Hiroshima Mon Amour (1959) (I’ll quote from memory):
On croit savoir, et puis non, jamais.
Previously on Skandalon: Paul Auster’s Leviathan
• Aug 02, 2010 link notes tagged: art novel book Auster couple life knowledge other ignorance understanding stand
