My advanced age has taught me the resignation of being Borges.

I do not write for a select minority, which means nothing to me, nor for that adulated platonic entity known as ‘The Masses’. Both abstractions, so dear to the demagogue, I disbelieve in. I write for myself and for my friends, and I write to ease the passing of time.

Let others pride themselves about how many pages they have written; I'd rather boast about the ones I've read.

On the floor, and hanging on to the bar, squatted an old man, immobile as an object. His years had reduced and polished him as water does a stone or the generations of men do a sentence.

I have no personal system of philosophy. I never attempt to do that. I am merely a man of letters.

Art always opts for the individual, the concrete; art is not Platonic.

Censorship is the mother of metaphor.