The novels that attract me most are those that create an illusion of transparency around a knot of human relationships as obscure, cruel, and perverse as possible.

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

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 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.

You can fly as high as you can.

Ten minutes with a genuine friend is better than years spent with anyone less.

I would rather exercise than read a newspaper.

Everybody says we hated the Yankees. We didn't hate the Yankees. We just hated the way they beat us.

The flame of the diya, or lamp, reminds us that light will ultimately triumph over darkness.

I have a great family that loves me, a record deal at 14, and I get to do what I love every day.

I pray everyday. I make sure that my family is OK. I make sure my son is all right.

To be is to be related.

All the talent in the world is useless without perseverance.

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.