When I'm writing a book I prefer not to speak about it, because only when the book is finished can I try to understand what I've really done and to compare my intentions with the result.

Today each of you is the object of the other’s reading, one reads in the other the unwritten story.

Nobody looks at the moon in the afternoon, and this is the moment when it would most require our attention, since its existence is still in doubt.

It is only through the confining act of writing that the immensity of the nonwritten becomes legible

I’m reading! I don’t want to be disturbed!

You are about to begin reading Italo Calvino's new novel, If on a winter's night a traveler.

Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears.