In 1995, Jean-Dominique Bauby was the editor-in-chief of French Elle, the father of two young children, a 44-year-old man known and loved for his wit, his style and his impassioned approach to life. By the end of the year he was also the victim of a rare kind of stroke to the brainstem. ... read more
“"Once, I was a master at recycling leftovers. Now I cultivate the art of simmering memories."”Jean-Dominique Bauby
“"If I must drool, I may as well drool on cashmere."”Jean-Dominique Bauby
“I receive remarkable letters. They are opened for me, unfolded, and spread out before my eyes in a daily ritual that gives the arrival of the mail the character of a hushed and holy ceremony. I carefully read each letter myself. Some of them are serious in tone, discussing the meaning of life, invoking the supremacy of the soul, the mystery of every existence. And by a curious reversal, the people who focus most closely on those fundamental questions tend to be people I had known only superficially. Their small talk had masked hidden depths. Had I been blind and deaf, or does it take the harsh light of disaster to show a person's true nature?”Jean-Dominique Bauby
My diving bell becomes less oppressive, and my mind takes flight like a butterfly.Highlighted by 79 Kindle customers
I need to feel strongly, to love and to admire, just as desperately as I need to breathe.Highlighted by 73 Kindle customers
Mithra-Grandchamp is the women we were unable to love, the chances we failed to seize, the moments of happiness we allowed to drift away. Today it seems to me that my whole life was nothing but a string of those small near misses: a race whose result we know beforehand but in which we fail to bet on the winner.Highlighted by 71 Kindle customers
Whereupon a strange euphoria came over me. Not only was I exiled, paralyzed, mute, half deaf, deprived of all pleasures, and reduced to the existence of a jellyfish, but I was also horrible to behold.Highlighted by 63 Kindle customers
Had I been blind and deaf, or does it take the harsh light of disaster to show a person’s true nature?Highlighted by 59 Kindle customers
Once, I was a master at recycling leftovers. Now I cultivate the art of simmering memories.Highlighted by 49 Kindle customers
We are both locked-in cases, each in his own way: myself in my carcass, my father in his fourth-floor apartment.Highlighted by 48 Kindle customers
The invisible and eternally imprisoning diving bell seems less oppressive.Highlighted by 43 Kindle customers
Like the bath, my old clothes could easily bring back poignant, painful memories. But I see in the clothing a symbol of continuing life. And proof that I still want to be myself. If I must drool, I may as well drool on cashmere.Highlighted by 42 Kindle customers
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