Every time I must find something to do that will look like something a little beyond my capabilities.

A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say.

Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else.

A human being becomes human not through the casual convergence of certain biological conditions, but through an act of will and love on the part of other people.

I have tried to remove weight, sometimes from people, sometimes from heavenly bodies, sometimes from cities; above all I have tried to remove weight from the structure of stories and from language.

Traveling, you realize that differences are lost: each city takes to resembling all cities, places exchange their form, order, distances, a shapeless dust cloud invades the continents.

The universe is the mirror in which we can contemplate only what we have learned to know in ourselves

It is not the voice that commands the story: it is the ear.

The ideal place for me is the one in which it is most natural to live as a foreigner.

Who are we, who is each one of us, if not a combinatoria of experiences, information, books we have read, things imagined?

I will start out this evening with an assertion: fantasy is a place where it rains.

The most important reason for going from one place to another is to see what's in between, and they took great pleasure in doing just that.

The problem in this world is that we have poetry but insist on living in prose.

That was the thing about the world: it wasn't that things were harder than you thought they were going to be, it was that they were hard in ways that you didn't expect.

Writing is a solitary existence, especially if you forget to chat to your friends – sorry, I meant characters.

Our hearts are wired for worship, and our worship is directly tied to our sense of hope.

Married men live longer. Yes. And an indoor cat also lives longer. It's a furball with a broken spirit, that can only look out on a world it can never enjoy. But it does technically live longer.

I'm sick of all these young people just boogeying around, wasting their lives, you know.

I am convinced that through these measures we have reestablished confidence.

The potter is at enmity with the potter.

There are two kinds of people in one's life-people whom one keeps waiting-and the people for whom one waits