The lives of individuals of the human race form a constant plot, in which every attempt to isolate one piece of living that has a meaning separate fr….

The line between the reality that is photographed because it seems beautiful to us and the reality that seems beautiful because it has been photograp….

If you want to know how much darkness there is around you, you must sharpen your eyes, peering at the faint lights in the distance..

seek and learn to recognize who and what, in the midst of inferno, are not inferno, then make them endure, give them space.

Traveling, you realize that differences are lost: each city takes to resembling all cities, places exchange their form, order, distances, a shapeless….

There is still one of which you never speak.' Marco Polo bowed his head. 'Venice,' the Khan said. Marco smiled. 'What else do you believe I have been….

Each new Clarice, compact as a living body with its smells and its breath, shows off, like a gem, what remains of the ancient Clarices, fragmentary a….

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, gestur….

Yet, even now, ever time (often) that I find that I don't understand something, then instinctively, I'm filled with the hope that perhaps this will b….

At times the mirror increases a thing’s value, at times denies it..

You are about to begin reading Italo Calvino's new novel, If on a winter's night a traveler. Relax. Concentrate. Dispel every other thought. Let the ….

Memory is redundant: it repeats signs so that the city can begin to exist..

The word connects the visible trace with the invisible thing, the absent thing, the thing that is desired or feared, like a frail emergency bridge fl….

Photography has a meaning only if it exhausts all possible images..

The unconscious is the ocean of the unsayable, of what has been expelled from the land of language, removed as a result of ancient prohibitions..

The human race is a zone of living things that should be defined by tracing its confines..

What harbor can receive you more securely than a great library?.

The more enlightened our houses are, the more their walls ooze ghosts..

There is no language without deceit..

So began their love, the boy happy and amazed, she happy and not surprised at all (nothing happens by chance to girls). It was the love so long await….

Myth is the hidden part of every story, the buried part, the region that is still unexplored because there are as yet no words to enable us to get th….