Everything has already begun before, the first line of the first page of every novel refers to something that has already happened outside the book.

Photography has a meaning only if it exhausts all possible images.

every choice has its obverse, that is to say a renunciation, and so there is no difference between the act of choosing and the act of renouncing

what he sought was always something lying ahead, and even if it was a matter of the past it was a past that changed gradually as he advanced on his journey, because the traveller's past changes according to the route he has followed: not the immediate past, that is, to which each day that goes by adds a day, but the more remote past. Arriving at each new city, the traveller finds again a past of his that he did not know he had: the foreignness of what you no longer are or no longer possess lies in wait for you in foreign, unpossessed places.

Whenever humanity seems condemned to heaviness, I think I should fly like Perseus into a different space. I don't mean escaping into dreams or into the irrational. I mean that I have to change my approach, look at the world from a different perspective, with a different logic and with fresh methods of cognition and verification.

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

Memory is redundant: it repeats signs so that the city can begin to exist.