We Could Say, Then, That Man Is

Novelists Tell That Piece Of Truth Hidden At The Bottom Of Every Lie.

Fantasy Is Like Jam. . . . You Have To Spread It On A Solid Piece Of Bread. If Not, It Remains A Shapeless Thing . . . Out Of Which You Can’t Make Anything.

The Word Connects The Visible Trace With The Invisible Thing, The Absent Thing, The Thing That Is Desired Or Feared, Like A Frail Emergency Bridge Flung Over An Abyss.

What About Books? Well, Precisely Because You Have Denied It In Every Other Field, You Believe You May Still Grant Yourself Legitimately This Youthful Pleasure Of Expectation In A Carefully Circumscribed Area Like The Field Of Books, Where You Can Be Lucky Or Unlucky, But The Risk Of Disappointment Isn't Serious.

A Human Being Becomes Human Not Through The Casual Convergence Of Certain Biological Conditions, But Through An Act Of Will And Love On The Part Of Other People.