A novel is a machine for generating interpretations.

Books always speak of other books.

We are formed by little scraps of wisdom.

He had prepared his death much earlier, in his imagination, unaware that his imagination, more creative than he, was planning the reality of that death.

Where else? I belong to a lost generation and am comfortable only in the company of others who are lost and lonely.

How does a person feel when looking at the sky? He thinks that he doesn't have enough tongues to describe what he sees. Nevertheless, people have never stopping describing the sky, simply listing what they see.

The United States needed a civil war to unite properly.