How well I would write if I were not here!

Memory really matters...only if it binds together the imprint of the past and the project of the future, if it enables us to act without forgetting what we wanted to do, to become without ceasing to be, and to be without ceasing to become.

A classic is a book which with each rereading offers as much of a sense of discovery as the first reading.

Novels as dull as dishwater, with the grease of random sentiments floating on top.

Each new Clarice, compact as a living body with its smells and its breath, shows off, like a gem, what remains of the ancient Clarices, fragmentary and dead.

Having exhausted every possibility at the moment when he was coming full circle, Antonino realised that photographing photographs was the only course that he had left - or, rather, the true course he had obscurely been seeking all this time. (Last line of the story The Adventure of a Photographer )

Everything can change, but not the language that we carry inside us, like a world more exclusive and final than one's mother's womb.