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.

Like all those possessing a library, Aurelian was aware that he was guilty of not knowing his in its entirety.

Truth never penetrates an unwilling mind.

In general, every country has the language it deserves.

Life and death have been lacking in my life.

Best thing to happen for a poet. A fine death, no? An impressive death.

On the floor, and hanging on to the bar, squatted an old man, immobile as an object. His years had reduced and polished him as water does a stone or the generations of men do a sentence.