I, who have been so many men in vain, want to be one man, myself alone. From out of a whirlwind the voice of God replied: I am not, either. I dreamed the world the way you dreamed your work, my Shakespeare: one of the forms of my dream was you, who, like me, are many and one.

What will die with me when I die, what pathetic or fragile form will the world lose?

I, who have been so many men in vain, want to be one man, myself alone. From out of a whirlwind the voice of God replied: I am not, either. I dreamed the world the way you dreamed your work, my Shakespeare: one of the forms of my dream was you, who, like me, are many and one.

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

The worst labyrinth is not that intricate form that can entrap us forever, but a single and precise straight line

A writer - and, I believe, generally all persons - must think that whatever happens to him or her is a resource.

So plant your own gardens and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.