I think of reading a book as no less an experience than travelling or falling in love.

Every novel is an ideal plane inserted into the realm of reality.

The certainty that everything has already been written annuls us, or renders us phantasmal.

To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.

Lully's machine, Mill's fear and Lasswitz's chaotic library can be the subject of jokes, but they exaggerate a propensity which is common: making metaphysics and the arts into a kind of play with combinations.

I am attracted to fantastic writing, and fantastic reading, of course. But I think things that we call fantastic may be real, in the sense of being real symbols.

I don't think esthetic schools are important. What is important is the use that is made of them, or whatever the individual writer does.