The book that convinced me I wanted to be a writer was 'Crime and Punishment'. I put the thing down after reading it in a fever over two or three days... I said, 'If this is what a book can be, then that is what I want to do.'

Paul Auster

Paul Auster

Profession: Author
Nationality: American

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I make no excuse for what happened. Drunkenness is never more than a symptom, not an absolute cause, and I realize that it would be wrong of me to try to defend myself. Nevertheless, there is at least the possibility of an explanation.

Babyland, a country where sleep is forbidden and day is indistinguishable from night, a walled-off kingdom governed by the whims of a tiny, absolute monarch.

He who lives for an encounter with the unseen becomes the instrument of the seen.

According to them, when you think a dark or pessimistic thought, it produces a cloud in the sky. If enough people are thinking gloomy thoughts at once, then rain will begin to fall. That.

I was looking for a quiet place to die. Someone recommended Brooklyn.

That was the real difference, Ferguson concluded. Not too little money or too much money, not what a person did or failed to do, not buying a larger house or a more expensive car, but ambition. That explained why Brownstein and Solomon managed to float through their lives in relative peace—because they weren't tormented by the curse of ambition.

Expect the unexpected, they say, but once the unexpected happens, the last thing you expect is that it will happen again.

I never experiment with anything in my books. Experimentation means you don't know what you're doing.

The most deeply personal of my works are the non-fiction works, the autobiographical works, because there, I'm talking about myself very directly.

If I can give you the words you need to have, we will have a great victory.

I guess the toughest things in translations are word play, which can never be reproduced exactly.

Six days ago, a man blew himself up by the side of a road in northern Wisconsin.

The point is: his life was not centered around the place where he lived. His house was just one of many stopping places in a restless, unmoored existence, and this lack of center had the effect of turning him into a perpetual outsider, a tourist of his own life. You never had the feeling that he could be located.

My mind was a blithering gush, a pandemonium of rhapsodic thoughts.