I’m reading! I don’t want to be disturbed!

I’m reading! I don’t want to be disturbed!

For those who pass it without entering, the city is one thing; it is another for those who are trapped by it and never leave. There is the city where you arrive for the first time; and there is another city which you leave never to return. Each deserves a different name; perhaps I have already spoken of Irene under other names; perhaps I have spoken only of Irene.

The city of cats and the city of men exist one inside the other, but they are not the same city.

If you want to know how much darkness there is around you, you must sharpen your eyes, peering at the faint lights in the distance.

Writing always means hiding something in such a way that it then is discovered.

Whether there is such a thing as Reality, of which the various levels are only partial aspects, or whether there are only levels, is something that literature cannot decide. Literature recognizes rather the *reality of the levels.*