"That child who died in the war is also the secret of each one who found him at the top of that tall tree, crucified on that tree by the carcass of his airplane.

One cannot write about that. Or else one can write about everything. To write about everything, everything at once, is not writing. It's nothing. To read it is untenable, like reading an advertisement."

- Marguerite Duras, "The Death of the Young British Pilot," Writing - p. 67