Quotes About Inspiration

No se leen los clásicos por deber o por respeto, sino sólo por amor.

La mia fiducia nel futuro della letteratura consiste nel sapere che ci sono cose che solo la letteratura può dare coi suoi mezzi specifici.

Nell'universo infinito della letteratura s'aprono sempre altre vie da esplorare, nuovissime o antichissime, stili e forme che possono cambiare la nostra immagine del mondo...

Podré decir alguna vez: "hoy escribe", al igual que "hoy llueve", "hoy hace viento"?

tal como todavía la recuerdo, tal como incluso ahora que la Luna se ha convertido en ese pequeño círculo plano y lejano, siempre la voy buscando con la mirada en cuanto en el cielo aparece el primer gajo; y cuanto más crece más me imagino verla, a ella o alguna cosa de ella pero nada más que a ella, en cien, en mil vistas distintas, a ella que hace Luna a la Luna y que en cada luna llena obliga a los perros a aullar durante toda la noche y a mí con ellos.

Mientras sé que en el mundo hay alguien que hace juegos de prestidigitación solo por amor al juego, mientras sé que hay una mujer que ama la lectura por la lectura, puedo convencerme de que el mundo continúa.

My faith in the future of literature rests on the knowledge that there are things that only literature, with its particular capacities, can give us. I

The tale is not beautiful if nothing is added to it"—in other words, its value consists in what is woven and rewoven into it.

It's not for reading. It's for making. I make things with books. I make objects. Yes, artworks: statues, pictures, whatever you want to call them. I even had a show. I fix the books with mastic, and they stay as they were. Shut, or open, or else I give them forms, I carve them, I make holes in them. A book is a good material to work with; you can make all sorts of things with it.

La poesia è capace di "far entrare il mare in un bicchiere

I sit down at the desk, but no story I invent corresponds to what I would like to convey.

Literature remains alive only if we set ourselves immeasurable goals, far beyond all hope of achievement. Only if poets and writers set themselves tasks that no one else dares imagine will literature continue to have function." — Italo Calvino

Ci si mette a scrivere di lena, ma c'è un'ora in cui la penna non gratta che polveroso inchiostro, e non vi scorre più una goccia di vita, e la vita è tutta fuori, fuori dalla finestra, fuori di te, e ti sembra che mai più potrai rifugiarti nella pagina che scrivi, aprire un altro mondo, fare un salto.[...] scrivendo non mi sono cambiata in bene, ho solo consumato un po' d'ansiosa incosciente giovinezza.

Al ver a veces a mi hermano perderse en un viejo nogal inmenso, como en un palacio de muchos pisos e innumerables estancias, me entraban ganas de imitarlo, de ir a vivir allá arriba; tal es la fuerza y la seguridad que ese árbol pone en ser árbol, su obstinación en ser pesado y duro, que se le nota incluso en sus hojas.

as long as I know there is a woman who loves reading for reading's sake, I can convince myself that the world continues....

For some time now, every novel I begin to write is exhausted shortly after the beginning, as if I had already said everything I have to say.

He covers his eyes, as if pursued by the sight of billions of pages, lines, words, whirling in a dust storm.

How well I would write if I were not here! If between the white page and the writing of words and stories that take shape and disappear without anyone's ever writing them there were not interposed that uncomfortable partition which is my person!

Perhaps everything lies in knowing what words to speak, what actions to perform, and in what order and rhythm; or else someone's gaze, answer, gesture is enough; it is enough for someone to do something for the sheer pleasure of doing it, and for his pleasure to become the pleasure of others: at that moment, all spaces change, all heights, distances; the city is transfigured, becomes

The author was an invisible point from which the books came

Since I have become a slave of writing, the pleasure of reading has ended for me.

La pagina ha il suo bene solo quando la volti e c'è la vita dietro che spinge e scompiglia tutti i fogli del libro.

je tam také pokus o báse? vÄ›novanou ... mouÅ¡e. Kdybych nevÄ›dÄ›l, jak se vÄ›ci mají, Ã…â"¢ekl bych, že ty verÅ¡e sepsala nÄ›jaká ctihodná sle?na, která tyká tvor?m, o nichž pÄ›je; ale protože jsem ji složil já, nezbývá mi než v??it, že byl-li jsem já schopen n??eho takového, pak už je každý schpen vÅ¡eho.

Le cose ch'escono dal nostro cervello hanno un aspetto sovranamente amabile specie quando si esaminano non appena nate.