To fly is the opposite of traveling: you cross a gap in space, you vanish into the void, you accept not being in a place for a duration that is itself a kind of void in time; then you reappear, in a place and in a moment with no relation to the where and when in which you vanished.

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

You'll understand when you've forgotten what you understood before

In an age when other fantastically speedy, widespread media are triumphing, and running the risk of flattening all communication onto a single, homogenous surface, the function of literature is communication between things that are different simply because they are different, not blunting but even sharpening the differences between them, following the true bent of written language.

We could say, then, that man is an instrument the world employs to renew its own image constantly.

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

They knew each other. He knew her and so himself, for in truth he had never known himself. And she knew him and so herself, for although she had always known herself she had never been able to recognize it until now.