Nicolas Dickner > Quotes

“Le nombre de photos de chats publiées sur un compte Facebook est inversement proportionnel à la probabilité que l’usager soit un terroriste.”
― Nicolas Dickner, Six degrés de liberté

“In my view, fate is like intelligence, or beauty, or type z + lymphocytes - some individuals have a greater supply than others. I, for one, suffer from a deficiency; I am a clerk in a bookstore whose life is devoid of complications or a storyline of its own. My life is governed by the attraction of books. The weak magnetic field of my fate is distorted by those thousands of fates more powerful and more interesting than my own.”
― Nicolas Dickner, Nikolski

“A thousand years earlier, an old nomad lay down in this circle of stone to finally put an end to his migrations. His soul and his carbon-14 were carried off by the wind, but his bones have not moved since then.”
― Nicholas Dickner, Nikolski

“Doesn’t that throw an interesting light on the New Testament? The story begins with a pregnant woman riding a donkey toward Bethlehem. The very picture of vulnerability. Troubled times, dangerous roads—but the woman is in no hurry. She knows things that the reader doesn’t. She knows that there are still seven hundred pages to go before the Apocalypse.”
― Nicolas Dickner, Apocalypse for Beginners

“Nothing looked more like the end of a world than the beginning of another.”
― Nicolas Dickner, Apocalypse for Beginners

“...she is living on the outskirts of a precious world that is slipping away. On the other side of this window, events take their course and there is no stopping them, no way of affecting their inherent logic. Each second, each moment, unfolds for the first and last time. The process cannot be reversed, cannot be copied or backed up. The windowpane has misted over from [her] breath. The outside world gradually recedes, and reality seems more and more a relative thing.”
― Nicholas Dickner, Nikolski

“Voilà deux jours qu’elle défenestre des escarpins préhistoriques, des portemanteaux, des chaises en rotin défoncées, des demi-mannequins, des plumes de paon et des globes terrestres, des tabourets pliants, des ballots de rideaux en velours. Elle embroche des nids de souris, des paniers d’osier, des liasses de Feuillet paroissial. Un berceau orné de lapins roses et glauques. Des meubles démontés. Une radio à ondes courtes Grundig dont le dos arraché laisse voir un rang de lampes à vide cramées. Du papier à lettres d’hôtel, des décors de pièce de théâtre. Des pistolets à pétards. Des pistolets à eau. Des os.”
― Nicolas Dickner, Six degrés de liberté

“Il faut dire que l'apparence d'une clôture change considérablement selon le côté où l'on se trouve”
― Nicolas Dickner, Nikolski

“Mais que gaspillerait-il, au juste? De l'espace? Des centimètres carrés? Du vide? Peut-on gaspiller du vide?”
― Nicolas Dickner, Nikolski

“Travailler huit heures...Ranger des vis...Etudier...Faire la lessive...Lisa mène une vie à l'infinitif.”
― Nicolas Dickner

“Elle souffrait par ailleurs de claustrophobie, un problème sans doute naturel lorsqu'on appartient à une famille éparpillée aux quatres coins de l'Amérique du Nord”
― Nicolas Dickner, Nikolski