This web of time--the strands of which approach one another, bifurcate, intersect or ignore eachother through the centuries--embrace every posibility.

Im merely a dreamer, and then a writer, and my happiest moments are when I'm a reader.

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

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

All literature, is, finally autobiographical.

It only takes two facing mirrors to build a labyrinth.

Creativity is suspended between memory and forgetting.