Doubt is one of the names of intelligence.

I am attracted to fantastic writing, and fantastic reading, of course. But I think things that we call fantastic may be real, in the sense of being real symbols.

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

I am not sure of anything, I know nothing . . . can you imagine that I don't even know the date of my own death?

It also occurred to him that throughout history, humankind has told two stories: the story of a lost ship sailing the Mediterranean seas in quest of a beloved isle, and the story of a god who allows himself to be crucified on Golgotha.

While we are asleep in this world, we are awake in another one

I cannot sleep unless I am surrounded by books.