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More Quotes by Italo Calvino
Life, thought the naked man, was a hell, with rare moments recalling some ancient paradise.
It is only through the confining act of writing that the immensity of the nonwritten becomes legible.
You take delight not in a city's seven or seventy wonders, but in the answer it gives to a question of yours.
We'll make an army in the trees and bring the earth and the people on it to their senses.
Work stops at sunset. Darkness falls over the building site. The sky is filled with stars. "There is the blueprint," they say.
What harbor can receive you more securely than a great library?
Memory's images, once they are fixed in words, are erased.
I am a Saturn who dreams of being a Mercury, and everything I write reflects these two impulses.
The universe will express itself as long as somebody will be able to say, "I read, therefore it writes.
You are about to begin reading Italo Calvino's new novel, If on a winter's night a traveler.
