Art always opts for the individual, the concrete; art is not Platonic.

We forget that we are all dead men conversing with dead men.

I might accept immortality, if I had to do it. But I would prefer - if there is any afterlife - to know nothing whatever about Borges, about his experiences in this world.

The worst labyrinth is not that intricate form that can entrap us forever, but a single and precise straight line

Censorship is the mother of metaphor.

No one is anyone, one single immortal man is all men. Like Cornelius Agrippa, I am god, I am hero, I am philosopher, I am demon and I am world, which is a tedious way of saying that I do not exist.

While we are asleep in this world, we are awake in another one