The good of a book lies in its being read. A book is made up of signs that speak of other signs, which in their turn speak of things. Without an eye to read them, a book contains signs that produce no concepts; therefore it is dumb.

I felt like poisoning a monk.

Never affirm, always allude: allusions are made to test the spirit and probe the heart.

We live for books. A sweet mission in this world dominated by disorder and decay.

Narrativity presumes a special taste for plot. And this taste for plot was always very present in the Anglo-Saxon countries and that explains their high quality of detective novels.

In the construction of Immortal Fame you need first of all a cosmic shamelessness.

The truth is an anagram of an anagram.