The librarian was explaining the benefits of the Dewey decimal system to her junior--benefits that extended to every area of life. It was orderly, like the universe. It had logic. It was dependable. U...
I think therefore I am. Does that mean 'I feel therefore I'm not'? But only through feeling can I get at thinking.
Are we all living like this? Two lives, the ideal outer life and the inner imaginative life where we keep our secrets?
When a woman gives birth her waters break and she pours out the child and the child runs free.
But if what can exist does exist, is memory invention or is invention memory?
I thought no one was talking to me and the others thought I wasn't talking to them.
Islands are metaphors of the heart, no matter what poet says otherwise.
Saddest of all are the woman who were brought up to believe that self-sacrifice is the highest female virtue.
I'm not against anyone fastening their life to an event of some significance and that way making themselves significant. God knows, we need what footholds we can find on the glass mountain of our exis...
What makes up a life; events or the recollection of events?How much of recollection is invention?Whose invention?
A book is a magic carpet that flies you off elsewhere. A book is a door. You open it. You step through. Do you come back?
The earth is round and flat at the same time. This is obvious. That it is round appears indisputable; that it is flat is our common experience, also indisputable. The globe does not supersede the map;...
Where you are born--what you are born into, the place, the history of the place, how that history mates with your own-- stamps who you are, whatever the pundits of globalisation have to say.
To create was a fundament, to appreciate, a supplement. Once created, the creature was separate from the creator, and needed no seconding to fully exist.
Living with life is very hard. Mostly we do our best to stifle life - to be tame or to be wanton. To be tranquillised or raging. Extremes have the same effect; they insulate us from the intensity of l...
Le chiesi perchè non voleva libri in casa e lei rispose: Il guaio di un libro è che scopri cosa contiene solo quando è troppo tardi.Io pensai: Troppo tardi per cosa?Cominciai a leggere di nascosto [.....
I libri sono per me una casa. I libri non fanno una casa, una casa, nel senso che, così come apri una porta, apri un libro e ci entri.
History is a madman's museum.
You cannot disown what is yours. Flung out, there is always the return, the reckoning, the revenge, perhaps the reconciliation. There is always the return. And the wound will take you there.
Ti do un consiglio: quando sei giovane e ti capita di leggere qualcosa che non ti piace affatto, mettilo da parte e rileggilo tra tre anni dopo. Se ancora non ti piace, rileggilo dopo altri tre anni....