The tango is a direct expression of something that poets have often tried to state in words: the belief that a fight may be a celebration.

The art of writing is mysterious, the opinions we hold are ephemeral.

I have no personal system of philosophy. I never attempt to do that. I am merely a man of letters.

Creativity is suspended between memory and forgetting.

Chang Tzu tells us of a persevering man who after three laborious years mastered the art of dragon-slaying. For the rest of his days, he had not a single opportunity to test his skills.

Why do you seem so annoyed at what I'm saying?" "Because we're too much like each other. I loathe your face, which is a caricature of mine, I loathe your voice, which is a mockery of mine, I loathe your pathetic syntax, which is my own.

I have always come to life after coming to books.