There are no moral or intellectual merits. Homer composed the Odyssey; if we postulate an infinite period of time, with infinite circumstances and changes, the impossible thing is not to compose the Odyssey, at least once.

Reality favors symmetry.

I think that the reader should enrich what he is reading. He should misunderstand the text; he should change it into something else.

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

Imprecision is tolerable and verisimilar in literature, because we always tend towards it in life.

I think it's all to the good that a writer shouldn't be too famous. Because, in a country where a writer may be famous, he may be pandering to the mob, celebrity and so on.

Time forks perpetually toward innumerable futures.