Quotes from Paul Auster

Hay?r demeyi istemek çoktan evet demek anlam?na geliyor.

Stories only happen to those who are able to tell them, someone once said. In the same way, perhaps, experiences present themselves only to those who are able to have them.

Todos los hombres son huevos, en cierto modo. Existimos, pero aún no hemos alcanzado la forma que es nuestro destino. Somos puro potencial, un ejemplo de lo por venir.

His mother's name was Rose, and when he was big enough to tie his shoes and stop wetting the bed, he was going to marry her.

if a child is not allowed to enter the imaginary, he will never come to grips with the real.

Op die manier is de elektrische stoel uitgevonden. Uitgedokterd door Edison die de gevaren van de wisselstroom wilde tonen en zijn idee vervolgens verkocht aan de Sing-sing-gevangenis waarop het tot op de dag van vandaag wordt gebruikt. Heerlijk, vind je niet? Als de wereld niet zo prachtig was, zouden we allemaal nog cynici worden.

La memoria è una gran benedizione, Peter. E' la cosa più bella dopo la morte.

Ma il presente non è meno oscuro del passato, e il suo mistero è pari ai segreti che serba il futuro. Così va il mondo: un passo dopo l'altro, una parola e poi la successiva. Ci sono cose che Blue, a questo punto, proprio non può sapere. Perché la conoscenza arriva piano, e quando arriva spesso costa cara.

Non parlo tanto del desiderio, quanto della consapevolezza, della scoperta che due persone, tramite il desiderio, possono creare una realtà più potente di quella che ciascuna potrebbe creare da sola.

but a noble cause demanded noble behavior from its advocates, something finer and more self-controlled than run-of-the-mill insults and cheap, adolescent shots.

Una volta tanto mi lasciai andare, senza volermi sentire superiore alla mia felicità, senza volermi guardare dall'alto o essere più intelligente dei miei sentimenti.

My mind was a blithering gush, a pandemonium of rhapsodic thoughts.

Nessuno può sconfinare in un altro - per il semplice motivo che nessuno può accedere a se stesso.

Anything for the truth. No sacrifice is too great.

Come ha detto qualcuno, le storie capitano solo a chi le sa raccontare. Analogamente, forse, le esperienze si presentano solo a chi è capace di viverle.

The longer I listened, the harder I found it to leave. To get inside that music: perhaps that is a place where one could finally disappear.

I can't remember everything we talked about, but the beginning of that conversation is a lot clearer to me than the end. By the time we came to the last half hour or forty-five minutes, there was so much bourbon in my system that I was actually seeing double. This had never happened to me before, and I had no idea how to bring the world back into focus.

Las oportunidades perdidas forman parte de la vida igual que las oportunidades aprovechadas, y una historia no puede detenerse en lo que podría haber sido.

Ya?amlar?m?z bizi al?p denetleyemeyece?imiz biçimde sürükler ve hemen hemen her ?ey de?i?ir. Biz ölünce her ?ey de ölür, ölüm her gün ya?ad???m?z bir ?eydir.

Llevo mucho tiempo luchando por decirle adiós a algo, y esta lucha es lo único que de veras importa. La historia no está en las palabras; está en la lucha.

Amar las palabras, tener interés en lo que se escribe, creer en el poder de los libros, esto supera a todo lo demás, y a su lado la vida de uno se queda muy pequeña.

For if you do not consider the man before you to be human, there are few constraints of conscience on your behavior towards him.

No one can say where a book comes from, least of all the person who writes it. Books are born out of ignorance, and if they go on living after they are written, it's only to the degree that they cannot be understood.

lost chances are as much a part of life as chances taken, and a story cannot dwell on what might have been.