As soon as one is born, one starts dying.
The man, the writer, the instrument of the creation will die, but his creation does not die.
Blind yourself, for I am blind.
We think we understand each other, but we never really do.
Do you believe you can know yourselves if you don't somehow con- struct yourselves? Or that I can know you if I don't construct you in my way? And can you know me if I don't construct you in my way? We can know only what we succeed in giving form to.
Whatever is a reality today, whatever you touch and believe in and that seems real for you today, is going to be - like the reality of yesterday - an illusion tomorrow.