Georges Simenon
Georges Simenon
Georges Joseph Christian Simenonwas a Belgian writer. A prolific author who published nearly 500 novels and numerous short works, Simenon is best known as the creator of the fictional detective Jules Maigret...
NationalityBelgian
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth13 February 1903
CountryBelgium
heard opinions repeat
I repeat to him the contradictory opinions I heard around Europe, not on Hitler's work, but on his personality, on his very worth.
add certain character children created four gave later pipe pleasures taste
Of course, I also gave him the ineffable pleasures of pipe smoking. And no children, because when this character was created I did not yet have the four children I later had. I must add I also gave him a certain taste for food.
profession vocation
Writing is not a profession but a vocation of unhappiness
communication example problem
One of them, for example, which will probably haunt me more than any other is the problem of communication.
long decision moments
It just happened. As though a moment comes when it's both necessary and natural to make a decision that has long since been made.
men saws young
I saw Mussolini tirelessly contemplate a parade of thousands of young men.
mother men novelists
A novelist is a man who doesn't like his mother.
fear-of-death late adore
I adore life but I dont fear death. I just prefer to die as late as possible.
communication two people
The fact that we are I don't know how many millions of people, yet communication, complete communication, is completely impossible between two of those people, is to me one of the biggest tragic themes in the world
new-york night lazy
The place smelled of fairgrounds, of lazy crowds, of nights when you stayed out because you couldn't go to bed, and it smelled like New York, of its calm and brutal indifference.
moon night two
It was night and I could see a large and calm lake, reflecting the moon. Black mountains rose around it. I arrived from between two of these mountains, I looked at the lake and the moon, and that was it, nothing else happened.
pigs
Madame....gloatingly savored her words as earlier she had savored her pig's trotter.
woods sculpture pieces
I would like to carve my novel in a piece of wood.
hands light giving
Trotsky rises to give me his hand, then sits at his desk, gently allowing his regard to light on my person.