Terror is in the depths of my heart. It is the depths of my heart. To restrict it I trust only those who see themselves as completely soiled at least by the sound that announces it. This sound preceded my birth, the inspiration of air and the contact of day. Our ears were pricked and terrorized by unintelligible signs under the partition of skin even before our lungs functioned and allowed us to scream.


Pascal Quignard, "The Hatred of Music" (1996)