All Paul Auster Quotes
- Memory is the space in which a thing happens for a second time. Happens
- To leave the world a little better than you found it. That's the best a man can ever do. Best
- Yes, she is in love with him, and yes, in spite of his qualms and inner hesitations, he loves her back, however improbable that might… Across
- Every book is an image of solitude. It is a tangible object that one can pick up, put down, open, and close, and its words… Book
- Impossible, I realize, to enter another’s solitude. If it is true that we can ever come to know another human being, even to a small… All
- For a man who finds life tolerable only by staying on the surface of himself, it is natural to be satisfied with offering no more… Closes
- There is nothing more terrible, I learned, than having to face the objects of a dead man. Things are inert: that have meaning only in… Change
- Just think it, and chances are it will happen. Chance
- Surely it is an odd way to spend your life - sitting alone in a room with a pen in your hand, hour after hour,… Able
- He would conclude that nothing was real except chance. Chance
- Writing is a solitary business. It takes over your life. In some sense, a writer has no life of his own. Even when he’s there,… Business
- Our lives carry us along in ways we cannot control, and almost nothing stays with us. It dies when we do, and death is something… Almost Nothing
- In the end, each life is no more than the sum of contingent facts, a chronicle of chance intersections, of flukes, of random events that… Chance
- Stories without endings can do nothing but go on forever, and to be caught in one means that you must die before your part in… Caught
- In general, lives seem to veer abruptly from one thing to another, to jostle and bump, to squirm. A person heads in one direction, turns… Abruptly
- At that point, Noriko finally breaks down and begins to cry sobbing into her hands as the floodgates open - this young woman who has… Bad
- Bodies count, of course - they count more than we're willing to admit - but we don't fall in love with bodies, we fall in… Admit
- I walk around the world like a ghost, and sometimes I question whether I even exist. Whether I've ever existed at all. All
- But lost chances are as much a part of life as chances taken, and a story cannot dwell on what might have been. Been
- Nothing lasts, you see, not even the thoughts inside you. And you musn't waste your time looking for them. Once a thing is gone, that… End