Louis-Ferdinand Celine
Louis-Ferdinand Celine
Louis-Ferdinand Céline) was the pen name of Dr. Louis Ferdinand Auguste Destouches, a French novelist, pamphleteer and physician. The name Céline was the first name of his grandmother. He developed a new style of writing that modernized French literature...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth27 May 1894
CountryFrance
song sleep eye
In my room I'd barely closed my eyes when the blonde from the movie house came along and sang her whole song of sorrow just for me. I helped her put me to sleep, so to speak, and succeeded pretty well... I wasn't entirely alone... It's not possible to sleep alone...
sleep insomnia impossible
When it becomes really impossible to get away and sleep, then the will to live evaporates of its own accord.
believe sleep men
Never believe straight off in a man's unhappiness. Ask him if he can still sleep. If the answer's "yes," all's well. That is enough.
moving sleep past
You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past. It's frightening how many people and things there are in a man's past that have stopped moving. The living people we've lost in the crypts of time sleep so soundly side by side with the dead that the same darkness envelops them all. As we grow older, we no longer know whom to awaken, the living or the dead.
delirium deserve die front music people reason restraint
To hell with reality! I want to die in music, not in reason or in prose. People don't deserve the restraint we show by not going into delirium in front of them. To hell with them!
hate men two
Man hardly comes in more than two varieties, wherever he is, whatever he does: workers and pimps ... they're either one or the other! ... and inventors, the worst kind of jobholder! ... they stand condemned! ... the writer who doesn't pimp along, peacefully plagiarizing, who doesn't pump out the pop stuff, he's had it! ... everybody hates him!
carpe-diem years people
Most people die at the last minute; others twenty years beforehand, some even earlier. They are the wretched of the earth.
letting-go luxury littles
When you're not used to comfort and good things to eat, you're intoxicated by them in no time. Truth's only too pleased to leave you. Very little is ever needed for Truth to let go of you. And after all, you're not really very keen to keep hold of it.
fear men frightened
It is of men, and of them only, that one should always be frightened.
love pride poodles
Love, Arthur, is a poodle's chance of attaining the infinite, and personally I have my pride.
rejection innovation rejected
All great innovations are built on rejections.
men weakness artistic
Lots of men are like that, their artistic leanings never go beyond a weakness for shapely thighs.
pain lying dying
Truth is a pain which will not stop. And the truth of this world is to die. You must choose: either dying or lying. Personally, I have never been able to kill myself
reality delirium-tremens people
People don't deserve the restraint we show by not going into delirium in front of them.