The real is always way ahead of what we can imagine. Paul Auster More Quotes by Paul Auster More Quotes From Paul Auster People say you have to travel to see the world. Sometimes I think that if you just stay in one place and keep your eyes open, you're going to see just about all that you can handle. Paul Auster eyepeoplethinking If the world weren't such a beautiful place, we might all turn into cynics Paul Auster mightbeautifulworld 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 seem to him. Note here for the record that he is not someone with a special fixation on young girls. Until now, all the women in his life have been more or less his own age. Pilar therefore does not represent an embodiment of some ideal female type for him--she is merely herself, a small piece of luck he stumbled across one afternoon in a public park, an exception to every rule. Paul Auster girlluckage 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 love with each other. We all know that, but the moment we go beyond a catalogue of surface qualities and appearances, words begin to fail us, to crumble apart in mystical confusions and cloudy, unsubstantial metaphors. Paul Auster falling-in-lovequalityconfusion Every life is inexplicable, I kept telling myself. No matter how many facts are told, no matter how many details are given, the essential thing resists telling. To say that so and so was born here and went there, that he did this and did that, that he married this woman and had these children, that he lived, that he died, that he left behind these books or this battle or that bridge – none of that tells us very much. Paul Auster bridgesbookchildren In the good mystery there is nothing wasted, no sentence, no word that is not significant. Paul Auster significantsentencesmystery We construct a narrative for ourselves, and that's the thread that we follow from one day to the next. People who disintegrate as personalities are the ones who lose that thread. Paul Auster personalityrealitypeople How can you think about the world without factoring in the unforseen, the fluke event? Paul Auster eventsworldthinking The pen will never be able to move fast enough to write down every word discovered in the space of memory. Some things have been lost forever, other things will perhaps be remembered again, and still other things have been lost and found and lost again. There is no way to be sure of any this. Paul Auster writingmemoriesmoving The story is not in the words; it's in the struggle. Paul Auster strugglestories "The weird world rolls on..." meaning that through all the ups and downs, all the travails that we go through, all the horrors, all the wars, all the deaths, all the cruelties, there's still something that keeps us wanting to wake up the next morning and go on with our lives - to make children, to fall in love, to continue humanity. Paul Auster falling-in-lovemorningchildren Things have not changed as much as we would like to think they have. Or maybe we're just in another one of the divided moments in the country. The late '60s certainly was one of them, the Civil War being another, but I'm hard-pressed to think of too many. Paul Auster warcountrythinking I had made an empirical discovery and it carried all the weight of a mathematical proof. Paul Auster weightdiscoveryscience What matters is not how well you can avoid trouble, but how you cope with trouble when it comes. Paul Auster what-matterstroublematter We grow older, but we do not change. We become more sophisticated, but at bottom we continue to resemble our young selves, eager to listen to the next story and the next, and the next. Paul Auster nextselfstories I think that's what turns young men and women into writers - the happiness you discover living in books. Paul Auster writingmenbook Each time he took a walk, he felt as though he were leaving himself behind, and by giving himself up to the movement of the streets, by reducing himself to a seeing eye, he was able to escape the obligation to think, and this, more than anything else, brought him a measure of peace, a salutary emptiness within...By wandering aimlessly, all places became equal and it no longer mattered where he was. On his best walks he was able to feel that he was nowhere. And this, finally was all he ever asked of things: to be nowhere. Paul Auster wandering-aimlesslyeyethinking 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 function of the life that makes use of them. When that life ends, the things change, even though they remain the same. […] they say something to us, standing there not as objects but as remnants of thought, of consciousness, emblems of the solitude in which a man comes to make decisions about himself. Paul Auster solitudedecisionmen 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 than his surface to others. There are few demands to be met, and no commitment is required. Marriage, on the other hand, closes the door. Your existence is confined to a narrow space in which you are constantly forced to reveal yourself – and therefore, constantly obliged to look into yourself, to examine your own depths. Paul Auster spaceofferingcommitment You have to really have a taste for being alone to be a writer. Paul Auster
