In love, as in gluttony, pleasure is a matter of the utmost precision.
Thoughtful lightness can make frivolity seem dull and heavy.
It is not the voice that commands the story; it is the ear.
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.
A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say.
Reading is a possession, a march toward a possession.
The human race is a zone of living things that should be defined by tracing its confines.