No matter how much you keep encouraging someone who is blindfolded to stare through the cloth, he still won’t see a thing.".

All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.

and in that recurring dream, I found myself trapped in some sort of gigantic game of which I was unfamiliar with the rules; lost in a labyrinthine town of dark and damp, criss-crossing streets, ambiguous characters of uncertain authority having no idea of why I was there nor what I had to do, and where the first sign of the beginning of understanding was the wish to die.

Books are a narcotic.

Now I can look at you in peace; I don't eat you any more.

Either the world is so tiny or we are enormous; in either case, we fill it completely.

There are only two things. Truth and lies. Truth is indivisible, hence it cannot recognize itself; anyone who wants to recognize it has to be a lie.