I guess the toughest things in translations are word play, which can never be reproduced exactly. Paul Auster guessplayreproduce Change image and share on social
What keeps me up at night? Anxiety. Anxiety, the inability to go to sleep, it's quite literally that. Paul Auster anxietyinabilityliterally Change image and share on social
You see the film, you might be entertained, and if it's not a great film, it loses its power very quickly. I think even simply acceptable books stay with us a lot longer. Paul Auster acceptablebookentertain Change image and share on social
If I could write directly on a typewriter or a computer, I would do it. But keyboards have always intimidated me. I've never been able to think clearly with my fingers in that position. A pen is a much more primitive instrument. You feel that the words are coming out of your body and then you dig the words into the page. Paul Auster bodycomecomputer share on social
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 constructdaydisintegrate Change image and share on social
The human body is strange and flawed and unpredictable. The human body has many secrets, and it does not divulge them to anyone, except those who have learned to wait. Paul Auster bodydivulgeflawed Change image and share on social
Becoming a writer is not a 'career decision' like becoming a doctor or a policeman. You don't choose it so much as get chosen, and once you accept the fact that you're not fit for anything else, you have to be prepared to walk a long, hard road for the rest of your days. Paul Auster acceptcareerchoose share on social
I think it's a very good thing to leave your country and look at it from afar. Paul Auster afarcountrygood Change image and share on social
Movies are not novels, and that's why, when filmmakers try to adapt novels, particularly long or complex novels, the result is almost always failure. It can't be done. Paul Auster adaptcomplexfailure 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