One should read Borges more.

Death, in the Eastern tradition, was only a passage. What wasn't clear ... was toward what place, what reality, that passage led.

Even on the poorest streets people could be heard laughing. Some of these streets were completely dark, like black holes, and the laughter that came from who knows where was the only sign, the only beacon that kept residents and strangers from getting lost.

Reading is pleasure and happiness to be alive or sadness to be alive and above all it's knowledge and questions.

Only in chaos are we conceivable.

There's no place on earth with more dumb girls per square foot than a college in California.

Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.