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.

My advanced age has taught me the resignation of being Borges.

There is nothing in the world that is not mysterious, but the mystery is more evident in certain things than in others: in the sea, in the eyes of the elders, in the color yellow, and in music.

A writer, or any man, must believe that whatever happens to him is an instrument; everything has been given for an end. This is even stronger in the case of the artist. Everything that happens, including humiliations, embarrassments, misfortunes, all has been given like clay, like material for one's art. One must accept it.

Thus my life is a flight and I lose everything and everything belongs to oblivion, or to him.

My father gave me free run of his library. When I think of my boyhood, I think in terms of the books I read.

Besides, rereading, not reading, is what counts.