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Quote by Italo Calvino
The catalogue of forms is endless: until every shape has found its

The catalogue of forms is endless: until every shape has found its city, new cities will continue to be born. When the forms exhaust their variety and come apart, the end of cities begins. – Italo Calvino

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What Romantic terminology called genius or talent or inspiration is nothing other than finding the right road empirically, following ones nose, taking shortcuts. – Italo Calvino

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The city of cats and the city of men exist one inside the other, but they are not the same city. – Italo Calvino

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The struggle of literature is in fact a struggle to escape from the confines of language; it stretches out from the utmost limits of what can be said; what stirs literature is the call and attraction of what is not in the dictionary. – Italo Calvino

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I have done almost every human activity inside a taxi which does not require main drainage. – Alan Brien

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Ive been in many of them and to some extent I would have to say this: If youve seen one city slum youve seen them all. – Spiro T. Agnew

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The life of our city is rich in poetic and marvelous subjects. We are enveloped and steeped as though in an atmosphere of the marvelous; but we do not notice it. – Charles Baudelaire

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