It is the task of the translator to release in his own language that pure language that is under the spell of another, to liberate the language imprisoned in a work in his re-creation of that work.

Death is the sanction of everything that the storyteller can tell. He has borrowed his authority from death.

All efforts to render politics aesthetic culminate in one thing: war.

The work of memory collapses time.

I came into the world under the sign of Saturn -- the star of the slowest revolution, the planet of detours and delays.

In the world's structure dream loosens individuality like a bad tooth.

All the decisive blows are struck left-handed.