César Aira Quotes

I had a real life completely separate from beliefs, from the common reality made up of shared beliefs...

The sadness inherent in any memory comes from the fact that its object is forgetting.

He couldn’t believe that sleep had robbed him of this spectacle night after night. Such are the writer’s privileges, he thought, nostalgic already for the present.

Why is it that drama always starts late? Whereas comedy always seems to have started already.