» The unconscious is the ocean of the unsayable, of what has been expelled from the land of language, removed as a result of ancient prohibitions.
» The catalogue of forms is endless: until every shape has found its city, new cities will continue to be born. When the forms exhaust their variety and come apart, the end of cities begins.
» It is not the voice that commands the story: it is the ear.
» The ideal place for me is the one in which it is most natural to live as a foreigner.
» Biographical data, even those recorded in the public registers, are the most private things one has, and to declare them openly is rather like facing a psychoanalyst.
» A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say.
» Novels as dull as dishwater, with the grease of random sentiments floating on top.
» What Romantic terminology called genius or talent or inspiration is nothing other than finding the right road empirically, following one's nose, taking shortcuts.
» The human race is a zone of living things that should be defined by tracing its confines.
» Traveling, you realize that differences are lost: each city takes to resembling all cities, places exchange their form, order, distances, a shapeless dust cloud invades the continents.