A man sets himself the task of portraying the world. Shortly before he dies he discovers that this patient labyrinth of lines is a drawing of his own face.

I have no way of knowing whether the events that I am about to narrate are effects or causes.

Man's memory shapes Its own Eden within

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

We have stopped believing in progress. What progress that is !

Each thing implies the universe.

You don't have to try to be contemporary. You are already contemporary. What one has in mythology is being evolved all the time. Personally, I think I can do with Greek and Old Norse mythology. For example, I don't think I stand in need of planes or of railways or of cars.