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Italo Calvino
Traveling, you realize...
Traveling, you realize that differences are lost: each city takes to resembling all cities, places exchange their...
The unconscious is...
The unconscious is the ocean of the unsayable, of what has been expelled from the land of language, removed as a...
The catalogue of...
The catalogue of forms is endless: until every shape has found its city, new cities will continue to be born. When...
The struggle of...
The struggle of literature is in fact a struggle to escape from the confines of language; it stretches out from the...
A classic is...
A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say.
Source: Why...
The satirist is...
The satirist is prevented by repulsion from gaining a better knowledge of the world he is attracted to, yet he is...
It is not...
It is not the voice that commands the story: it is the ear.
Source: Marco Polo, in...
I am prisoner...
I am prisoner of a gaudy and unlivable present, where all forms of human society have reached an extreme of their...
Everything can change,...
Everything can change, but not the language that we carry inside us, like a world more exclusive and final than one's...
Biographical data, even...
Biographical data, even those recorded in the public registers, are the most private things one has, and to declare...
The human race...
The human race is a zone of living things that should be defined by tracing its confines.
Myth is the...
Myth is the hidden part of every story, the buried part, the region that is still unexplored because there are as yet...
What Romantic terminology...
What Romantic terminology called genius or talent or inspiration is nothing other than finding the right road...
Novels as dull...
Novels as dull as dishwater, with the grease of random sentiments floating on top.
When politicians and...
When politicians and politically minded people pay too much attention to literature, it is a bad sign -- a bad sign...
Traveling, you realize...
Traveling, you realize that differences are lost: each city takes to resembling all cities, places exchange their...
The unconscious is...
The unconscious is the ocean of the unsayable, of what has been expelled from the land of language, removed as a...
The catalogue of...
The catalogue of forms is endless: until every shape has found its city, new cities will continue to be born. When...
The struggle of...
The struggle of literature is in fact a struggle to escape from the confines of language; it stretches out from the...
A classic is...
A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say.
Source: Why...
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