Quotes from Paul Auster

I am an ardent believer in universal happiness. I would like everyone in the world to have satisfying, fulfilling work, for everyone to earn enough to escape the menace of poverty, but I have no idea how to achieve such worthy goals. Therefore, I will pass over these matters in silence.

Etan Patz se había despedido de su madre una mañana y había bajado a esperar el autobús del colegio (era el primer día después de una larga huelga de autobuses y el niño quería ir solo, hacer ese pequeño gesto de independencia) y nadie había vuelto a verlo. Fuera lo que fuese lo sucedido, no dejó rastros".

for her laugh wasn't the squealing, out-of-control noise of a child, he noted, but a succession of gut-deep, resonant guffaws—merry yaps, to be sure, but at the same time thoughtful, as if she understood why she was laughing, which made her laugh an intelligent laugh, a laugh that laughed at itself even as it laughed at what it was laughing at.

Shit is a serious business, and anyone caught dumping it in the streets is arrested. With

If you're not ready for everything, you're not ready for anything.

Yoksullara, yokluk içindekilere, toplum düzeninin ma?durlar?na ac?yordum ve öyle bir arabaya binmek, yaln?zca kendi ad?ma de?il, bu tür ?eylerin olmas?na f?rsat veren bir dünyada ya?ad???m için utanç veriyordu bana." Syf 19

Dünya sarho? ediyor insan? evlat. Dünyan?n bilinmezli?i sarho? ediyor.

A pulverized apple and a pulverized orange are finally the same thing, aren't they? You

Nikad nije umeo da bude tamo gde se nalazio. Jer ?itavog svog života, bio je negde drugde, izme?u tu i tamo. Ali nikada sasvim tu. I nikada sasvim tamo.

You know now how deeply unhappy your mother was, and you also know that in his own fumbling way your father loved her, that is, to the extent he was capable of loving anyone, but they made a botch of it, and to be a part of that disaster when you were a boy no doubt drove you inward, turning you into a man who has spent the better part of his life sitting alone in a room.

È un lento ma ineluttabile processo di erosione. Le parole di solito hanno una durata leggermente più lunga delle cose, ma alla fine anch'esse decadono insieme con le rappresentazioni che un tempo evocavano.

We were all growing old, and the only thing we could count on anymore was each other. (...) They were the people I loved, and it was their souls I carried around inside me.

U kom trenutku jedna ku?a prestaje da bude ku?a? Kada joj skinu krov? Kada joj izvade prozore? Kada joj sruše zidove? U kom trenutku postaje gomila šuta?

There it was: a full confession. Sherlock Holmes had done it again, and as I marveled at my devastating powers of deduction, I wished there had been two of me so I could have patted myself in the back.

Una cosa scompare e se aspetti troppo prima di ripensarla non c'è sforzo che possa farla riapparire. Dopo tutto, la memoria non è un atto di volontà. È qualcosa che accade tuo malgrado, e quando i cambiamenti sono troppo frequenti, la mente è destinata a vacillare e le cose destinate a eclissarsi in essa.

Ogni giorno è la stessa battaglia, lo stesso senso di vuoto, lo stesso desiderio di dimenticare e poi di non dimenticare. Quando ciò accade, è perché si è a questo punto, è solo quando si è toccato questo limite la penna comincia a scrivere. La storia inizia e si ferma, va avanti e poi si perde e, in mezzo a ogni parola, quanti silenzi, quante parole sfuggono e svaniscono per non essere mai più ritrovate.

More often than not, what stirs the imagination is best kept in the imagination, and Gwyn is aware of that, she is wise enough to know that the distance between thought and deed can be enormous, a gulf as large as the world itself.

He wants to say. That is to say, he means. As in the French, 'vouloir dire,' which means, literally, to want to say, but which means, in fact, to mean. He means to say what he wants. He wants to say what he means. He says what he wants to mean. He means what he says.

and just then, in one of those unbidden flashes of insight, it occurred to him that nothing was meaningless, that everything in the world was connected to everything else.

Welcome to the club." "Club? What club is that?" "The International Brotherhood of Lost Dogs. What else? We're letting you in as a certified, card-carrying member. Serial number zero zero zero zero." "I thought that was your number?" "It is. But it's your number, too. That's one of the beauties of the Brotherhood. Everyone who joins gets the same number.

Follow the music of your steps, and when the lights go out Don't whistle—sing.

Pero yo sí tengo un trabajo. Me levanto por la mañana como todo el mundo y luego intento ver si consigo llegar al final del día. Ése es un trabajo de jornada completa. Nada de diez minutos para el café, nada de fines de semana, nada de pagas extraordinarias, nada de vacaciones. No es que me queje, pero el sueldo es bastante bajo.

Still, I had a hunch about it, and if there's one thing I've learned in my long and stupid career as a man, it's the importance of listening to my hunches.

Pensi che a te non succederà mai, che non ti può succedere, che sei l'unica persona al mondo in cui queste cose non succederanno mai e poi, a una a una, cominciano a succederti tutte, esattamente come succedono a tutti gli alti