...Life is nothing but trading smells.

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

You know that the best you can expect is to avoid the worst.

The catalogue of forms is endless: until every shape has found its city, new cities will continue to be born. When the forms exhaust their variety and come apart, the end of cities begins.

For the man who thought he was Man there is no salvation.

Your house, being the place in which you read, can tell us the position books occupy in your life, if they are a defense you set up to keep the outside world at a distance, if they area dream into which you sink as if into a drug, or bridges you cast toward the outside, toward the world that interests you so much that you want to multiply and extend its dimensions through books.

The city of cats and the city of men exist one inside the other, but they are not the same city.