23 Quotes by Monique Truong

Lovers who have lived a lifetime together have the luxury of never having to say anything new.

My self-righteous rage burns until I am forced to concede that I, in fact, have told them nothing. This language that I dip into like a dry inkwell has failed me.

Such a “match,” even if identified, would only allow me the illusion of communication and you the illusion of understanding. I could claim, for example, that my first memory was the taste of an unripe banana, and many in the world would nod their heads, familiar with this unpleasantness. But we all haven’t tasted the same unripe fruit. In order to feed not so alone in the world, we blur the lines of our subjective memories, and we say to one another, “I know exactly what you mean!

When they are like this, I remember what the man on the bridge had told me: “The French are all right in France.” What he meant, he explained, was that when the French are in the colonies they lose their natural inclination toward fraternity, equality, and liberty. They leave those ideals behind in Mother France, leaving them free to treat us like bastards in the land of our birth.

Time that refuses to be translated into a tangible thing, time without a number or an ordinal assigned to it, is often said to be “lost.” In a city that always looks better in a memory, time lost can make the night seem eternal and full of stars.