Italo Calvino : (15 October 1923 – 19 September 1985) was an Italian journalist and writer of short stories and novels.
His best known works include the Our Ancestors...
Italo Calvino Novel
Italo Calvino Dream
Falsehood is never in words; it is in things. Italo Calvino
Falsehood is never in words; it is in things.
You take delight not in a city's seven or seventy wonders, but in the answer it gives to a question of yours. Italo Calvino
You take delight not in a city's seven or seventy wonders, but in the answer it gives to a question of yours.
Memory's images, once they are fixed in words, are erased," Polo said. "Perhaps I am afraid of losing Venice all at once, if I speak of it, or perhaps, speaking of other cities, I have already lost it, little by little. Italo Calvino
Memory's images, once they are fixed in words, are erased," Polo said. "Perhaps I am afraid of losing Venice all at once, if I speak of it, or perhaps, speaking of other cities, I have already lost it, little by little.
Futures not achieved are only branches of the past: dead branches. Italo Calvino
Futures not achieved are only branches of the past: dead branches.
If one wanted to depict the whole thing graphically, every episode, with its climax, would require a three-dimensional, or, rather, no model: every experience is unrepeatable. Italo Calvino
If one wanted to depict the whole thing graphically, every episode, with its climax, would require a three-dimensional, or, rather, no model: every experience is unrepeatable.
What harbor can receive you more securely than a great library? Italo Calvino
What harbor can receive you more securely than a great library?
Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else. Italo Calvino
Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else.
Work stops at sunset. Darkness falls over the building site. The sky is filled with stars. "There is the blueprint," they say. Italo Calvino
Work stops at sunset. Darkness falls over the building site. The sky is filled with stars. "There is the blueprint," they say.
Arriving at each new city, the traveler finds again a past of his that he did not know he had: the foreignness of what you no longer are or no longer possess lies in wait for you in foreign, unpossessed places. Italo Calvino
Arriving at each new city, the traveler finds again a past of his that he did not know he had: the foreignness of what you no longer are or no longer possess lies in wait for you in foreign, unpossessed places.
