I will start out this evening with an assertion: fantasy is a place where it rains.
Futures not achieved are only branches of the past: dead branches.
Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears.
Sometimes one who thinks himself incomplete is merely young.
Memory's images, once they are fixed in words, are erased," Polo said. "Perhaps I am afraid of losing Venice all at once, if I speak of it, or perhaps, speaking of other cities, I have already lost it, little by little.
Reading is going toward something that is about to be, and no one yet knows what it will be.