Loneliness does not worry me; life is difficult enough, putting up with yourself and with your own habits.

We are our memory, we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes, that pile of broken mirrors.

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

The original is unfaithful to the translation.

What I'm really concerned about is reaching one person. And that person may be myself for all I know.

Reality is partial to symmetry and slight anachronisms

You don't have to try to be contemporary. You are already contemporary. What one has in mythology is being evolved all the time. Personally, I think I can do with Greek and Old Norse mythology. For example, I don't think I stand in need of planes or of railways or of cars.