Memory is satisfied desire.

To read and write is a paradise.

You start by writing to live. You end by writing so as not to die.

Some writers achieve great popularity and then disappear forever. The bestseller lists of the past fifty years are, with a few lively exceptions, a sombre graveyard of dead books.

For me, life without literature is inconceivable. I think that Don Quixote in a physical sense never existed, but Don Quixote exists more than anybody who existed in 1605. Much more. There's nobody who can compete with Don Quixote or with Hamlet. So in the end we have the reality of the book as the reality of the world and the reality of history.

There must be something beyond slaughter and barbarism to support the existence of mankind and we must all help search for it.

chaos: it has no plural.