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

Like all writers, he measured the achievements of others by what they had accomplished, asking of them that they measure him by what he envisaged or planned.

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

In Spanish it is very difficult to make things flow, because words are over-long. But in English, you have light words.

As the end approaches, there are no longer any images from memory - there are only words.

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

If I write a fantastic story, I'm not writing something willful. On the contrary, I am writing something that stands for my feelings, or for my thoughts. So that, in a sense, a fantastic story is as real and perhaps more real than a mere circumstantial story. Because after all, circumstances come and go, and symbols remain.