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Beyond my anxiety, beyond this writing, the universe waits, inexhaustible, inviting.

Jorge Luis Borges

Thus my life is a flight and I lose everything and everything belongs to oblivion, or to him.
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Flight Himself Life Lose
Time forks perpetually toward innumerable futures.
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Future Science Time
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
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
Everything touches everything.
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Connection One Liner Touch
Reality is not always probable, or likely.
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Probability Reality
Doubt is one of the names of intelligence.
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Doubt Inspirational Intelligence Name
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.
JORGE LUIS BORGES

Allow Himself History Human Sea
I cannot sleep unless I am surrounded by books.
JORGE LUIS BORGES

Book Myself Sleep
In adultery, there is usually tenderness and self-sacrifice; in murder, courage; in profanation and blasphemy, a certain satanic splendour. Judas elected those offences unvisited by any virtues: abuse of confidence and informing.
JORGE LUIS BORGES

Adultery Inform Sacrifice Tenderness University
The possibilities of the art of combination are not infinite, but they tend to be frightful.
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Art Combination Infinite Possible
The dictionary is based on the hypothesis — obviously an unproven one — that languages are made up of equivalent synonyms.
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Dictionary Language Symptoms
We are our memory, we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes, that pile of broken mirrors.
JORGE LUIS BORGES

Memories Mirror Museum Shape
Happy are the beloved and the lovers and those who can live without love.
JORGE LUIS BORGES

Happiness Live Love Lover
Films are even stranger, for what we are seeing are not disguised people but photographs of disguised people, and yet we believe them while the film is being shown.
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Believe Disguise Movie People Photograph Stranger
What a writer wants to do is not what he does.
JORGE LUIS BORGES

Himself Writing

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