Fantasy Is Like Jam. . . .

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 From The Rest-for Example, The Meeting Of Two People, Which Will Become Decisive For Both-must Bear In Mind That Each Of The Two Brings With Himself A Texture Of Events, Environments, Other People, And That From The Meeting, In Turn, Other Stories Will Be Derived Which Will Break Off From Their Common Story.

Traveling, You Realize That Differences Are Lost: Each City Takes To Resembling All Cities, Places Exchange Their Form, Order, Distances, A Shapeless Dust Cloud Invades The Continents.

The Soul Is Often In The Surface, And The Importance Of 'depth' Is Overestimated.

What Harbor Can Receive You More Securely Than A Great Library?

You Are About To Begin Reading Italo Calvino's New Novel, If On A Winter's Night A Traveler.