Captivated by its discipline, humanity forgets and goes on forgetting that it is the discipline of chess players, not of angels.

Every novel is an ideal plane inserted into the realm of reality.

The exercise of letters is sometimes linked to the ambition to construct an absolute book, a book of books that includes the others like a Platonic archetype, an object whose virtues are not diminished by the passage of time.

Do you want to see what human eyes have never seen? Look at the moon. Do you want to hear what ears have never heard? Listen to the bird's cry. Do you want to touch what hands have never touched? Touch the earth. Verily I say that God is about to create the world.

Each thing implies the universe.

I can’t talk about my books. I have written them and tried to forget them. I have written once, and readers have read me many times, no? I try to think of what I wrote, it’s very unhealthy to think about the past, the case of elegies is very sad, as much as the case of complaints.

A writer - and, I believe, generally all persons - must think that whatever happens to him or her is a resource.