When the poet is in love, he is incapable of writing poetry on love. He has to write when he remembers that he was in love.
The Internet gives us everything and forces us to filter it not by the workings of culture, but with our own brains. This risks creating six billion separate encyclopedias, which would prevent any com...
A book is a fragile creature, it suffers the wear of time, it fears rodents, the elements and clumsy hands. so the librarian protects the books not only against mankind but also against nature and dev...
—Nadie nos exige que sepamos, Adso. Hay que saber, eso es todo, aun a riesgo de equivocarse.
There are two forms of magic. There is a magic that is the work of the Devil and which aims at man’s downfall through artifices of which it is not licit to speak. But there is a magic that is divine,...
With Germans, as with women, you never get to the point.
We usually believe that the tamer is attacked by the lion and that the tamer stops his attack by raising his whip or firing a blank. Wrong: the lion was fed and sedated before it entered the cage and...
Tüm aşıklar gibi Baudlino da kibirli olmuştu.
There’s the rub. The manifesto doesn’t say; it leaves you with your mouth watering. But it was important; so important, it had to remain secret.
The taxi driver is someone who spends all day driving in city traffic (an activity that provokes either heart attack or delirium), in constant conflict with other human drivers. Consequently, he is ne...
Parten del concepto de que el bien debe realizarse aquí, y no más allá de la tumba. Por lo cual, obran sólo para la conquista de este mundo.
Our cause is a secret within a secret, a secret that only another secret can explain; it is a secret about a secret that is veiled by a secret. —Jafar as-ādiq, sixth Imam
Nothing can shake my belief that this world is the fruit of a dark god whose shadow I extend.
National identity is the last bastion of the dispossessed. But the meaning of identity is now based on hatred, on hatred for those who are not the same.
In omnibus requiem quaesivi, et nusquam inveni nisi in angulo cum libro.
I was dozing, and the clock woke me. I didn’t hear the first few chimes distinctly, that is to say, I didn’t count them. But as soon as I decided to count I realized that there had already been three,...
I believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments, when they aren't trying to teach us. We are formed by little scraps of wisdom.
How peaceful life would be without Love, Adso. How Safe. How Tranquil. And how Dull.
Graecum est, non legitur, I finished his sentence, humiliated. It is Greek to me. Exactly;
From shit, thus, I extract pure Shinola