Occupation: Author Birth: February 3, 1947
Writing begins in the body, it is the music of the body, and even if the words have meaning, can sometimes have meaning, the music of the words is wh….
I feel I'm discovering something new, a different rhythm, and I guess these rhythms have a lot to do with walking, too, but it's a longer trajectory ….
but even the facts do not always tell the truth.
Writing makes you feel that there is a reason to go on living. If I couldn't write, I would stop breathing..
Each time he took a walk, he felt as though he were leaving himself behind, and by giving himself up to the movement of the streets, by reducing hims….
The moon people do not eat by swallowing food but by smelling it. Their money is poetry - actual poems, written out on pieces of paper whose value is….
I thought I was terrible [to play a cameo] and decided never to act again..
Writing is, after all, a gesture towards other people, giving something to others. And so it's not a completely hermetic exercise. It's really an ope….
I started out in life as a poet, I was only writing poetry all through my 20s, it wasn't until I was about 30 that I got serious about writing prose.….
I guess the toughest things in translations are word play, which can never be reproduced exactly..
I don't know why I write. If I knew the answer, I probably wouldn't have to. But it is a compulsion. You don't choose it, it chooses you. And I would….
There is nothing more terrible, I learned, than having to face the objects of a dead man. Things are inert: that have meaning only in function of the….
Money is the driving force of Hand to Mouth, the lack of money, and all those true stories about strange things in The Red Notebook, coincidences and….
Stories only happen to those who are able to tell them..
As long as a man had the courage to reject what society told him to do, he could live life on his own terms. To what end? To be free. But free to wha….
Bodies count, of course - they count more than we're willing to admit - but we don't fall in love with bodies, we fall in love with each other. We al….
When the father dies, he writes, the son becomes his own father and his own son. He looks at is son and sees himself in the face of the boy. He imagi….
Impossible, I realize, to enter another’s solitude. If it is true that we can ever come to know another human being, even to a small degree, it is on….
This is very rare for anyone in life to pursue something and that thing being the thing you actually most want to do. It's all about the inner, rathe….
In fact, writing, especially writing autobiographical works, and this is actually the fourth time I've done it, each time I've done it I've felt deep….
I feel now, in my impending old age, very lucky. I just can't tell you how lucky I feel, that I've managed to first of all, stay alive this long, in ….