I gazed at every mirror on the planet, not one gave back my reflection.

No one is anyone, one single immortal man is all men. Like Cornelius Agrippa, I am god, I am hero, I am philosopher, I am demon and I am world, which is a tedious way of saying that I do not exist.

God must not engage in theology. The writer must not destroy by human reasonings the faith that art requires of us.

A man sets out to draw the world. As the years go by, he peoples a space with images of provinces, kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships, islands, fishes, rooms, instruments, stars, horses, and individuals. A short time before he dies, he discovers that the patient labyrinth of lines traces the lineaments of his own face.

It means much to have loved, to have been happy, to have laid my hand on the living Garden, even for a day.

Time is the tiger that devours me, but I am that tiger.

Unlike the novel, a short story may be, for all purposes, essential.