What you really value is what you miss not what you have.
I do not know whether music knows how to despair over music, or marble over marble, but literature is an art which knows how to prophesize the time in which it might have fallen silent, how to attack...
Learning After some time, you learn the subtle difference betweenholding a handand imprisoning a soul;You learn that love does not equal sex,and that company does not equal security,and you start to l...
Writings of light assault the darkness, more prodigious than meteors.The tall unknowable city takes over the countryside.Sure of my life and death, I observe the ambitious and would like tounderstand...
Which one of us has never felt, walking through the twilight or writing down a date from his past, that he has lost something infinite?
The truth is that we live out our lives putting off all that can be put off perhaps we all know deep down that we are immortal and that sooner or later all men will do and know all things.
I have no way of knowing whether the events that I am about to narrate are effects or causes.
I believe that in time we will have reached the point where we will deserve to be free of government.
Nothing is built on stone; All is built on sand, but we must build as if the sand were stone.
I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited.
A book is not an isolated being: it is a relationship, an axis of innumerable relationships
Reality is not always probable, or likely.
Many of the characters are fools and they're always playing tricks on meand treating me badly.
You have wakened not out of sleep, but into a prior dream, and that dream lies within another, and so on, to infinity, which is the number of grains of sand. The path that you are to take is endless,...
To die for a religion is easier than to live it absolutely.
Whatever one man does, it is as if all men did it. For that reason, it is not unfair that one disobedience in a garden should contaminate all humanity; for that reason it is not unjust that the crucif...
My taste runs to hourglasses, maps, seventeenth-century typefaces, etymologies, the taste of coffee, and the prose of Robert Louis Stevenson.
Life and death have been lacking in my life.
I...have always known that my destiny was, above all, a literary destiny — that bad things and some good things would happen to me, but that, in the long run, all of it would be convertedinto words. P...
Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fir...