That one individual should awaken in another memories that belong to still a third is an obvious paradox.

It's a shame that we have to choose between two such second-rate countries as the USSR and the USA.

From my weakness, I drew strength that never left me.

In the order of literature, as in others, there is no act that is not the coronation of an infinite series of causes and the source of an infinite series of effects.

Creativity is suspended between memory and forgetting.

The original is unfaithful to the translation.

To think, analyze and invent, he [Pierre Menard] also wrote me, “are not anomalous acts, but the normal respiration of the intelligence. To glorify the occasional fulfillment of this function, to treasure ancient thoughts of others, to remember with incredulous amazement that the doctor universal is thought, is to confess our languor or barbarism. Every man should be capable of all ideas, and I believe that in the future he will be." (Jorge Luis Borges, "Pierre Menard, Author of Don Quixote, 1939)