Falsehood Is Never In Words; It Is

The Struggle Of Literature Is In Fact A Struggle To Escape From The Confines Of Language; It Stretches Out From The Utmost Limits Of What Can Be Said; What Stirs Literature Is The Call And Attraction Of What Is Not In The Dictionary.

You'll Understand When You've Forgotten What You Understood Before

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

Who Are We, Who Is Each One Of Us, If Not A Combination Of Experiences, Information, Books We Have Read, Things Imagined? Each Life Is An Encyclopedia, A Library, An Inventory Of Objects, A Series Of Styles, And Everything Can Be Constantly Shuffled And Reordered In Every Way Conceivable.

The Ideal Place For Me Is The One In Which It Is Most Natural To Live As A Foreigner.