13 Quotes & Sayings By Paolo Giordano

Paolo Giordano was born in Monterosa (Torino) in 1970. He studied architecture at the University of Milan, where he received the degree in 1994. He has lived in New York since 1992. After having worked as an advertising art director, he became a self-taught painter and sculptor, working mainly with "the projection of war" Read more

From 1999 to 2002 he collaborated with Look Art Gallery (New York, USA) and exhibited his work at The Whitechapel Galleries (London), at Galerie Berthold Kraemer (Paris) and at Rauch & Tetzlaff Gallery (Munich). Since 2003, Paolo Giordano's works have been exhibited at numerous galleries worldwide, including the Museum of Contemporary Art (Naples), the Palais de Tokyo (Paris), the Pace Gallery (New York), The Whitechapel Gallery (London), The Stedelijk Museum (Amsterdam), the Kunstverein Leverkusen (Germany) and at The Serpentine Gallery (London), among others.

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She emptied herself of Fabio and of herself, of all the useless efforts she had made to get where she was and find nothing there. With detached curiosity she observed the rebirth of her weaknesses, her obsessions. This time she would let them decide, since she hadn't been able to do anything anyway. Against certain parts of yourself you remain powerless, she said to herself, as she regressed pleasurably to the time when she was a girl. . Paolo Giordano
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Mattia's voice no longer stirred anything in his stomach, but he was aware of the idea of him and always would be, as the only true benchmark for everything that had come afterward. Paolo Giordano
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...finally her hands, so light, holding his head still and catching all his thoughts and imprisoning them there, in the space that no longer existed between them. Paolo Giordano
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By now he had learned. Choices are made in brief seconds and paid for in the time that remains. Paolo Giordano
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People took what they wanted, they clutched at coincidences, the few there were, and made a life from them.. .. Choices are made in brief seconds and paid for in the time that remains. Paolo Giordano
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They weren't smiling and were looking in opposite directions, but it was as if their bodies flowed smoothly into each other's, through their arms and fingers.. .. There was a shared space between their bodies, the confines of which were not well delineated, from which nothing seemed to be missing and in which the air seemed motionless, undisturbed. Paolo Giordano
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Prime numbers are divisible only by 1 and by themselves. They hold their place in the infinite series of natural numbers, squashed, like all numbers, between two others, but one step further than the rest. They are suspicious, solitary numbers, which is why Mattia thought they were wonderful. Sometimes he thought that they had ended up in that sequence by mistake, that they'd been trapped, like pearls strung on a necklace. Other times he suspected that they too would have preferred to be like all others, just ordinary numbers, but for some reason they couldn't do it. This second thought struck him mostly at night, in the chaotic interweaving of images that comes before sleep, when the mind is too weak to tell itself lies. Paolo Giordano
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All Mattia saw was a shadow moving toward him. He instinctively closed his eyes and then felt Alice’s hot mouth on his, her tears on his cheek, or maybe they weren’t hers, and finally her hands, so light, holding his head still and catching all his thoughts and imprisoning them there, in the space that no longer existed between them. Paolo Giordano
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Mattia thought that he and Alice were like that, twin primes, alone and lost, close but not close enough to really touch each other. Paolo Giordano
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She was stung by sharp regret thinking about the sheets and tablecloths, so costly and never used due to excessive regard. Paolo Giordano
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All he did all afternoon was calculate again and again how many hours of study time he was losing. Thinking about it now, he felt stupid, as we all do when we remember all the time we waste wishing we were somewhere else. Paolo Giordano
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Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous discontent. Paolo Giordano