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I saw a sunset in Queretaro that seemed to reflect the color of a rose in Bengal.

Jorge Luis Borges

When one confesses to an act, one ceases to be an actor in it and becomes its witness, becomes a man that observes and narrates it and no longer the man that performed it.
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Actor Confession Man Observation Oneself Performance
It means much to have loved, to have been happy, to have laid my hand on the living Garden, even for a day.
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Day Garden Hands Live Love
I thought that a man can be an enemy of other men, of the moments of other men, but not of a country: not of fireflies, words, gardens, streams of water, sunsets.
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Country Enemy Garden Man Moments Nature Stream
Art is endless like a river flowing, passing, yet remaining.
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Art Creativity End River
Reality favors symmetry.
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Reality Symmetry
Chang Tzu tells us of a persevering man who after three laborious years mastered the art of dragon-slaying. For the rest of his days, he had not a single opportunity to test his skills.
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Fantasy Hard Time Himself Man Opportunity Skills Story
Creativity is suspended between memory and forgetting.
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Creativity Forget Memories
Death is just infinity closing in.
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Close Death Infinite
If I were asked to name the chief event in my life, I should say my father’s library.
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Father Library Life Name
Personally, I am a hedonistic reader; I have never read a book merely because it was ancient. I read books for the aesthetic emotions they offer me, and I ignore the commentaries and criticism.
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Aesthetic Criticism Personal Reading
There is an hour of the afternoon when the plain is on the verge of saying something. It never says, or perhaps it says it infinitely, or perhaps we do not understand it, or we understand it and it is untranslatable as music.
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Music Time Translation Understand
The Falklands thing was a fight between two bald men over a comb.
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Fiction Fight Funny Literature Story
We have a very precise image – an image at times shameless – of what we have lost, but we are ignorant of what may follow or replace it.
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Image Lost Replacement Shame Time
It also occurred to him that throughout history, humankind has told two stories: the story of a lost ship sailing the Mediterranean seas in quest of a beloved isle, and the story of a god who allows himself to be crucified on Golgotha.
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Allow Himself History Human Sea
We have stopped believing in progress. What progress that is !
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Believe Progress Stop
Many of the characters are fools and they’re always playing tricks on me and treating me badly.
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Character Fools Myself Play Trick

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