Today is Paul Auster appreciation day. Every thing he writes to me is gold. Every coming is yet another coming of age - he knows it isn’t easy at any age, any time, and any place. He understands.

“When a person is lucky enough to live inside a story, to live inside an imaginary world, the pains of this world disappear. For as long as the story goes on, reality no longer exists.”

“It always stimulates me to discover new examples of my own prejudice and stupidity, to realize that I don't know half as much as I think I do.”

“In the end, each life is no more than the
sum of contingent facts, a chronicle of chance intersections, of flukes, of random events that divulge nothing but their own lack of purpose.”

“Betty died of a broken heart. Some people laugh when they hear that phrase, but that's because they don't know anything about the world. People die of broken hearts. It happens every day, and it will go on happening to the end of time.”

“you can survive only if nothing is necessary to you”

“[T]he only luxury he allows himself is buying books, paperback books, mostly novels, American novels, British novels, foreign novels in translation, but in the end books are not luxuries so much as necessities, and reading is an addiction he has no wish to be cured of.”

“Just because you wander in the desert, it does not mean there is a promised land.”

“Real love...is when you get as much pleasure from giving pleasure as you do from receiving it.”

“In the long run, stories are probably no less valuable than money, but in the short run they have their decided limitations."

And I end this with my favourite book of his, Report from the Interior. A book about childhood memories and the heartbreak they cause. Just brilliant. Please read this book. It will for sure appeal to everyone.