A person's life consists of a collection of events, the last of which could also change the meaning of the whole, not because it counts more than the previous ones but because once they are included in a life, events are arranged in an order that is not chronological but, rather, corresponds to an inner architecture.

If you want to know how much darkness there is around you, you must sharpen your eyes, peering at the faint lights in the distance.

The city, however, does not tell its past, but contains it like the lines of a hand

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

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.

In general confusion youth recognizes itself and rejoices.

What harbor can receive you more securely than a great library?