At Times The Mirror Increases A Thing’s

Novels As Dull As Dishwater, With The Grease Of Random Sentiments Floating On Top.

Cities, Like Dreams, Are Made Of Desires And Fears.

Your First Book Already Defines You, While You Are Really Far From Being Defined. And This Definition Is Something You May Then Carry With You For The Rest Of Your Life, Trying To Confirm It Or Extend Or Correct Or Deny It; But You Can Never Eliminate It.

It Is Only After You Have Come To Know The Surface Of Things ... That You Can Venture To Seek What Is Underneath. But The Surface Of Things Is Inexhaustible.

You Are About To Begin Reading Italo Calvino's New Novel, If On A Winter's Night A Traveler.