There are those who seek the love of a woman to forget her, to not think about her.

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

In truth, the Library includes all verbal structures, all variations permitted by the twenty-five orthographical symbols, but not a single example of absolute nonsense.

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.

What a writer wants to do is not what he does.

Another school declares that all time has already transpired and that our life is only the crepuscular and no doubt falsified and mutilated memory or reflection of an irrecoverable process.

We are as ignorant of the meaning of the dragon as we are of the meaning of the universe.