A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say.

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

My confidence in the future of literature consists in the knowledge that there are things that only literature can give us, by means specific to it.

Nobody these days holds the written word in such high esteem as police states do.

The line between the reality that is photographed because it seems beautiful to us and the reality that seems beautiful because it has been photographed is very narrow.

You walk for days among trees and among stones. Rarely does the eye light on a thing, and then only when it has recognized that thing as the sign of another thing: a print in the sand indicates the tiger's passage; a marsh announces a vein of water; the hibiscus flower, the end of winter. All the rest is silent and interchangeable; trees and stones are only what they are.

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