If space is infinite, we may be at any point in space. If time is infinite, we may be at any point in time.

I have used the philosophers' ideas for my own private literary purposes, but I don't think that I'm a thinker. I suppose that my thinking has been done for me by Berkeley, by Hume, by Schopenhauer, by Mauthner perhaps.

I try to avoid purple patches, fine writing, all that kind of thing... because I think they're a mistake. And then sometimes it comes through and sometimes it doesn't, but that's not up to me. It's up to chance.

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

A man sets himself the task of portraying the world. Shortly before he dies he discovers that this patient labyrinth of lines is a drawing of his own face.

What man of us has never felt, walking through the twilight or writing down a date from his past, that he has lost something infinite?

Reality favors symmetry.