I saw a sunset in Queretaro that seemed to reflect the color of a rose in Bengal.

I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart, I am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.

People think that I've committed myself to idealism, to solipsism, or to doctrines of the cabala, because I've used them in my tales. But really I was only trying to see what could be done with them. On the other hand, it might be argued that if I use them it's because I was feeling an affinity to them. Of course, that's true.

Imprecision is tolerable and verisimilar in literature, because we always tend towards it in life.

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

Writing is nothing more than a guided dream.

Creativity is suspended between memory and forgetting.