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

Reading is going toward something that is about to be, and no one yet knows what it will be.

I do not have any political commitments anymore. I'm politically a total agnostic; I'm one of the few writers in Italy who refuses to be identified with a specific political party.

Memories images, once they are fixed in words, are erased.

In love, as in gluttony, pleasure is a matter of the utmost precision.

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.

When I'm writing a book I prefer not to speak about it, because only when the book is finished can I try to understand what I've really done and to compare my intentions with the result.