Paul Auster Quotes

Nadie puede decir de dónde proviene un libro, y menos que nadie la persona que lo escribe. Los libros nacen de la ignorancia , y si continúan viviendo después de escritos es sólo en la medidad en que...

That is the idea he is toying with, Renzo says, to write an essay about the things that don’t happen, the lives not lived, the wars not fought, the shadow worlds that run parallel to the world we take...

The world is so unpredictable.Things happen suddenly, unexpectedly.

There is no escape from this. Either you do or you don't. And ifyou do, you can't be sure of doing it the next time. And if you don't, you never will again.

There were no rules when it came to writing, he said. Take a close look at the lives of poets and novelists, and what you wound up with was unalloyed chaos, an infinite jumble of exceptions. That was...

Thoughts are real', he said. 'Words are real. Everything human is real, and sometimes we know things before they happen, even if we aren't aware of it. We live in the present, but the future is inside...

Would it not be better to learn the truth once and for all instead of living in a state of perpetual uncertainty?

And if he could survivethe experience without completely losing heart, then perhapsthere was some hope for him after all.By sticking with thecab, he wasn't trying to make the best of a bad situation....

توافد أقارب والدي من كل مكان، نريد قطعة الأثاث هذه،نريد هذه الآنية الفضية وبعضهم كان يرتدي ملابسه لتجربتها ويثرثرون مثل البجع.

عندما اكتب لا تهمني الغرفة التي أشغلها. المساحة الحقيقية للكتابة هي الصفحة أمام انفي، عندما اكتب كل الغرف تصبح خفيّة

كان يكذب كلما شارف على إظهار نفسه بوضوح، يكذب ويسرف ويدللّ كذبته. على أية حال كان الحل ألا يقول إلا القليل عن نفسه كل مرة

كذبه أوجد من نفسه مخلوقا صناعيا يتلاعب به كما يشاء ويتلاعب بالآخرين من خلاله

لا حُزن يُصيب الوالدين أعظم من الحزن النّابع من العجز; إذّ عليهم أن يتقبّلوه، حتى لو فاق ذلك قدرتهم

Love was not a quantifiable substance. There was always more of it somewhere, and even after one love had been lost, it was by no means impossible to find another.

Once you fell in love with her, youloved her until the day you died.

All men contain several men inside them, and most of us bounce from one self to another without ever knowing who we are.

All this belongs to the language of ghosts. There are many other possible kinds of talks in this language. Most of them begin when one person says to another: I wish. What they wish for might be anyth...

Always lost, always striking out in the wrong direction, always going around in circles. You have suffered from a life-long inability to orient yourself in space, and even in New York, the easiest of...

Amy fu il premio degli Schneiderman, il regalo di Natale nascosto sotto un mucchio di carta appallottolata che non lo trovi finché la festa non è finita e gli ospiti sono andati tutti a casa.

As long as a man had the courage to reject what society told him to do, he could live life on his own terms. To what end? To be free. But free to what end? To read books, to write books, to think.