“...and while all people were bound together by the common space they shared, their journeys through time were all different, which meant that each person lived in a slightly different world from everyone else.” — Paul Auster Copy Share Image
“Little by little, as you came to know her better in the weeks that followed, you discovered that eye to eye on nearly everything of any importance. Your politics were the same, most of the books you cared about were… — 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
