About Georges Simenon: Georges Joseph Christian Simenon is best known as the creator of the fictional detective Jules Maigret.
At five-thirty the rain began to fall in great, heavy drops which bounced off the pavement before they spread out into black spots. At the same time thunder rumbled from the direction of Charenton and an eddy of wind lifted the dust, carried away the...
The sun finally died in beauty, flinging out its crimson flames, which cast their reflection on the faces of passers-by, giving them a strangely feverish look. The darkness of the trees became deeper. You could hear the Seine flowing. Sounds carried ...
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.
I adore life but I don't fear death. I just prefer to die as late as possible.
Writing is not a profession but a vocation of unhappiness.
Trotsky rises to give me his hand, then sits at his desk, gently allowing his regard to light on my person.
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.
I have always tried to write in a simple way, using down-to-earth and not abstract words.
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.
Più io sono goffo avvicinandomi a lei e più, ne sono sicuro, lei è contenta. È il mio turbamento che osserva piuttosto di pensare al suo piacere, quell’attimo in cui per un miracolo che si riproduce alcuni milioni di volte al giorno, un corpo d...
I would like to carve my novel in a piece of wood. My characters—I would like to have them heavier, more three-dimensional ... My characters have a profession, have characteristics; you know their age, their family situation, and everything. But I ...
The lake and the mountains have become my landscape, my real world.
I saw Mussolini tirelessly contemplate a parade of thousands of young men.
