I suppose identity depends on memory. And if my memory is blotted out, then I wonder if I exist - I mean, if I am the same person. Of course, I don't have to solve that problem. It's up to God, if any.

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

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

Captivated by its discipline, humanity forgets and goes on forgetting that it is the discipline of chess players, not of angels.

I foresee that man will resign himself each day to new abominations, and soon that only bandits and soldiers will be left...

i walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn't expect to arrive

Leaving behind the babble of the plaza, I enter the Library. I feel, almost physically, the gravitation of the books, the enveloping serenity of order, time magically dessicated and preserved.