I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does.

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 known uncertainty: a state unknown to the Greeks.

I have committed the worst of sins one can commit... I have not been happy.

I would define the baroque as that style that deliberately exhausts (or tries to exhaust) its own possibilities, and that borders on self-caricature. The baroque is the final stage in all art, when art flaunts and squanders its resources.

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.

It only takes two facing mirrors to build a labyrinth.