Quotes from Paul Auster

I do say so. And I also say this: it's a goddamned lucky thing for both of us the gun wasn't loaded.

B?röm az illanó érzetek palimpszesztje lett, és minden réteg annak a nyomát viselte, aki voltam.

For one whole year he did nothing but drive, traveling back and forth across America as he waited for the money to run out.

God was nowhere, he said to himself, but life was everywhere, and death was everywhere, and the living and the dead were joined.

Pero de repente, después de todo este tiempo, siento que tengo algo que decir y que si no lo escribo rápidamente, mi cabeza estallará.

Me gustó esta y quisiera compartirla. "la literatura es esencialmente soledad. Se escribe en soledad, se lee en soledad y, pese a todo, el acto de la lectura permite una comunicación entre dos seres humanos

a book is a mysterious object, i said, and once it floats out into the world, anything can happen. all kind of mischief can be caused, and there's not a damned thing you can do about it. for better or worse, it's completely out of control.

Adolescence feeds on drama, it is most happy when living in extremis, and Ferguson was no less vulnerable to the lure of high emotion and extravagant unreason than any other boy his age, which meant the appeal of a girl like Anne-Marie was fuelled precisely by her unhappiness, and the greater the storms she engulfed him in, the more he wanted her.

when I finally hit bottom.

We promised to stay in touch with each other, but of course we never did, and that was the last time I ever saw her. 'You're

Babyland, a country where sleep is forbidden and day is indistinguishable from night, a walled-off kingdom governed by the whims of a tiny, absolute monarch.

Everything can change at any moment, suddenly and forever.

Every morning he would go to sleep telling himself that he had had enough, that there would be no more of it, and every afternoon he would wake up with the same desire, the same irresistible urge to crawl back into the car. He wanted that solitude again, that nightlong rush through the emptiness, that rumbling of the road along his skin.

Even before his death he had been absent, and long ago the people closest to him had learned to accept this absence, to treat it as the fundamental quality of his being.

Pangloss is an idiot optimist, and I'm an intelligent pessimist, meaning a pessimist who has occasional flashes of optimism. Nearly everything happens for the worst, but not always, you see, nothing is ever always, but I'm always expecting the worst, and when the worst doesn't happen, I get so excited I begin to sound like an optimist.

When words fail you, you dissolve into an image of nothingness. You disappear.

Il n'y a pas qu'un seul monde. Il y en a plusieurs, et ils existent tous parallèlement les uns aux autres, mondes et antimondes, mondes et mondes fantômes, et chacun d'entre eux est rêvé ou imaginé ou écrit par un habitant d'un autre monde. Chaque monde est la création d'un esprit.

Find yourself drowning in a sea of trouble, and hard work can become the raft that ends up keeping you afloat.

Tout cela devient assez compliqué, je m'en doute, mais en réalité le personnage de Brill ne faisait pas, à l'origine, partie de mon plan. Le cerveau créateur de la guerre devait appartenir à quelqu'un d'autre, un autre personnage inventé, aussi peu réel que Brick et Flora, Tobak et tout le reste, mais plus j'avançais, mieux je comprenais à quel point je me bernais moi-même.

Adesso poteva anche fare certe cose. Prima del 3 novembre sarebbe stato inconcepibile, ma il mondo irreale era molto più grande di quello reale, e c'era spazio abbondante per essere e non essere se stessi.

If people never learned the truth about him, then they couldn't turn around and use it against him. The lie was a way of buying protection.

But that is how it is with want. As long as you lack something, you yearn for it without cease. If only I could have that one thing, you tell yourself, all my problems would be solved. But once you get it, once the object of your desires is thrust into your hands, it begins to lose its charm.

It hurt too much to look back, so I kept my eyes fixed in front of me, and every time I took another step forward, I drifted farther away from the person I´d been with Master Yehudi. The best part of me was lying under the ground with him in the California desert.

jeu du regard,