Falsehood Is Never In Words; It Is

In An Age When Other Fantastically Speedy, Widespread Media Are Triumphing, And Running The Risk Of Flattening All Communication Onto A Single, Homogenous Surface, The Function Of Literature Is Communication Between Things That Are Different Simply Because They Are Different, Not Blunting But Even Sharpening The Differences Between Them, Following The True Bent Of Written Language.

The Universe Is The Mirror In Which We Can Contemplate Only What We Have Learned To Know In Ourselves

If A Lover Is Wretched Who Invokes Kisses Of Which He Knows Not The Flavor, A Thousand Times More Wretched Is He Who Has Had A Taste Of The Flavor And Then Had It Denied Him.

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

Today Each Of You Is The Object Of The Other’s Reading, One Reads In The Other The Unwritten Story.