To write does not mean to convert the real into words but to make the power of the word real.

Forms disappear, words remain, to signify the impossible.

Letters couldn't care less whether what is written with them is true or false.

There were epochs in the history of humanity in which the writer was a sacred person. He wrote the sacred books, universal books, the codes, the epic, the oracles. Sentences inscribed on the walls of the crypts; examples in the portals of the temples. But in those times the writer was not an individual alone; he was the people.

The things that have come into being change continually. The man with a good memory remembers nothing because he forgets nothing.

Man is an idiot. He doesn't know how to do anything without copying, without imitating, without plagiarizing, without aping. It might even have been that man invented generation by coitus after seeing the grasshopper copulate.

What happens is that your wretched memory remembers the words and forgets what's behind them