In all fiction, when a man is faced with alternatives he chooses one at the expense of others.

I think of reading a book as no less an experience than travelling or falling in love.

The original is unfaithful to the translation.

What you really value is what you miss, not what you have.

How can we manage to illuminate the pathos of our lives?

Reading is an activity subsequent to writing: more resigned, more civil, more intellectual.

I am attracted to fantastic writing, and fantastic reading, of course. But I think things that we call fantastic may be real, in the sense of being real symbols.