Memory's images, once they are fixed in words, are erased," Polo said. "Perhaps I am afraid of losing Venice all at once, if I speak of it, or perhaps, speaking of other cities, I have already lost it, little by little.

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.

In general confusion youth recognizes itself and rejoices.

One reads alone, even in another's presence.

Writing always means hiding something in such a way that it then is discovered.

The line between the reality that is photographed because it seems beautiful to us and the reality that seems beautiful because it has been photographed is very narrow.