Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else.

A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say.

A human being becomes human not through the casual convergence of certain biological conditions, but through an act of will and love on the part of other people.

I have tried to remove weight, sometimes from people, sometimes from heavenly bodies, sometimes from cities; above all I have tried to remove weight from the structure of stories and from language.

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.

The universe is the mirror in which we can contemplate only what we have learned to know in ourselves

It is not the voice that commands the story: it is the ear.

The ideal place for me is the one in which it is most natural to live as a foreigner.

Who are we, who is each one of us, if not a combinatoria of experiences, information, books we have read, things imagined?

I will start out this evening with an assertion: fantasy is a place where it rains.

In politics, as in every other sphere of life, there are two important principles for a man of any sense: don't cherish too many illusions, and never stop believing that every little bit helps.

The crossroads where government meets enterprise can be an exciting crossroads. It can also be a corrupt crossroads. It requires moral rectitude to separate public service from private gain.

I'll never wake up in a good mood again. I'm tired of these stinky boots

Songs like "Spirit Carries On" really gets the audience moved and on the same page. It's challenging and all so much fun to play.

"Utter truth is essential, and that is what stirs me when I look through the camera."

What need, Dunstan wondered, could someone have of the storm-filled eggshells?

Memories are nothing but the lash with which yesterday flogs tomorrow.

Oxytocin rocks the world.

I've said it once and I'll say it a a hundred times, I'm forty-four years old.

No matter how high I get, I always wanna humble myself.

I'll make death love me; for I will contend Even with his pestilent scythe.