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

I can’t talk about my books. I have written them and tried to forget them. I have written once, and readers have read me many times, no? I try to think of what I wrote, it’s very unhealthy to think about the past, the case of elegies is very sad, as much as the case of complaints.

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

To bless thine enemy is a good way to satisfy thy vanity.

Unlike the novel, a short story may be, for all purposes, essential.

Each thing implies the universe.

Two aesthetics exist: the passive aesthetic of mirrors and the active aesthetic of prisms. Guided by the former, art turns into a copy of the environment's objectivity or the individual's psychic history. Guided by the latter, art is redeemed, makes the world into its instrument, and forges, beyond spatial and temporal prisons, a personal vision.