“It was all a matter of missed connections, bad timing, blundering in the dark. We were always in the right place at the wrong time, always just missing each other, always just a few inches from figuring the whole thing… — Paul Auster Copy Share Image
No one was to blame for what happened, but that does not make it any less difficult to accept. It was all a matter of missed connections, bad timing, blundering in the dark. We were always in the right place… — Paul Auster Copy Share Image
“On his best walks, he was able to feel that he was nowhere. And this, finally, was all he ever asked of things: to… — Paul Auster Copy Share
“No es que escribir me produzca un gran placer, pero es mucho peor si no lo hago.” — Paul Auster Copy Share
You see, the interesting thing about books, as opposed, say, to films, is that it's always just one person encountering the book, it's not… — Paul Auster Copy Share
The joke is the purest, most essential form of storytelling. Every word has to count. — Paul Auster Copy Share
“What people saw when he appeared before them, then, was not really him, but a person he had invented, an artificial creature he could… — Paul Auster Copy Share
I had made an empirical discovery and it carried all the weight of a mathematical proof. — Paul Auster Copy Share
As long as there's one person to believe it, there's no story that can't be true. — Paul Auster Copy Share
Writing has always had a tactile quality for me. It's a physical experience. — Paul Auster Copy Share
People look at the same passage, and one person will say this is the best thing he's ever read, and another person will say… — Paul Auster Copy Share
I was very moved to see that the name of the boat was Hamlet - an imaginary character becomes so important to people, we… — Paul Auster Copy Share
Our lifelong certainties about the world can be demolished in a single second. — Paul Auster Copy Share
The ideal reader's the same, and I suppose this person has never had a face or a gender or an age. It's just some… — Paul Auster Copy Share
“Most lives vanish. A person dies, and little by little all traces of that life disappear. An inventor survives in his inventions, an architect… — Paul Auster Copy Share
