I've always written by hand. Mostly with a fountain pen, but sometimes with a pencil - especially for corrections. Paul Auster correctionfountainhand Change image and share on social
How is it possible for someone who believes that the world was created in six days to have a rational conversation with me, who doesn't believe that, about other possibilities? Paul Auster believeconversationcreate Change image and share on social
Human beings need stories, and we're looking for them in all kinds of places; whether it's television, whether it's comic books or movies, radio plays, whatever form, people are hungry for stories. Paul Auster beingbookcomic Change image and share on social
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 bottomchangecontinue Change image and share on social
There's hope for everyone. That's what makes the world go round. Paul Auster hopemakeround Change image and share on social
When I write, the story is always uppermost in my mind, and I feel that everything must be sacrificed to it. All elegant passages, all the curious details, all the so-called beautiful writing - if they are not truly relevant to what I am trying to say, then they have to go. Paul Auster beautifulcallcurious share on social
I don't think of myself as a metafictional writer at all. I think of myself as a classic writer, a realist writer, who tends to have flights of fancy at times, but nevertheless, my feet are mostly on the ground. Paul Auster classicfancyflight share on social
Some things get written more quickly than others, but I can't really measure degrees of difficulty. Paul Auster degreedifficultymeasure Change image and share on social
The funny thing is that I feel close to all my characters. Deep, deep inside them all. Paul Auster characterclosedeep Change image and share on social
It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on the other end asking for someone he was not. Paul Auster deadendnight Change image and share on social
