We are formed by little scraps of wisdom.

We are formed by little scraps of wisdom.

Umberto Eco

What does culture want? To make infinity comprehensible.

What does culture want? To make infinity comprehensible.

Beauty is boring because it is predictable.

Beauty is boring because it is predictable.

A dream is a scripture, and many scriptures are nothing but dreams.

A dream is a scripture, and many scriptures are nothing but dreams.

Translation is the art of failure.

Translation is the art of failure.

Books always speak of other books.

Books always speak of other books.

We live for books. A sweet mission in this world dominated by disorder and decay.

We live for books. A sweet mission in this world dominated by disorder and decay.

I have lost the freedom of not having an opinion.

I have lost the freedom of not having an opinion.

I love the smell of book ink in the morning.

I love the smell of book ink in the morning.

I don't miss my youth. I'm glad I had one, but I wouldn't like to start over.

I don't miss my youth. I'm glad I had one, but I wouldn't like to start over.

There is only one thing that you write for yourself, and that is a shopping list.

There is only one thing that you write for yourself, and that is a shopping list.

I always assume that a good book is more intelligent than its author. It can say things that the writer is not aware of.

I always assume that a good book is more intelligent than its author. It can say things that the writer is not aware of.

The real hero is always a hero by mistake.

The real hero is always a hero by mistake.

For the enemy to be recognized and feared, he has to be in your home or on your doorstep.

For the enemy to be recognized and feared, he has to be in your home or on your doorstep.

Never affirm, always allude: allusions are made to test the spirit and probe the heart.

Never affirm, always allude: allusions are made to test the spirit and probe the heart.

Love is wiser than wisdom.

Love is wiser than wisdom.

What is life if not the shadow of a fleeting dream?

What is life if not the shadow of a fleeting dream?

Poetry is not a matter of feelings, it is a matter of language. It is language which creates feelings.

Poetry is not a matter of feelings, it is a matter of language. It is language which creates feelings.

To survive, you must tell stories.

To survive, you must tell stories.