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We are our memory, we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes, that pile of broken mirrors.

Jorge Luis Borges

The future is as irrevocable as an inflexible yesterday.
JORGE LUIS BORGES

Future Past
You have wakened not out of sleep, but into a prior dream, and that dream lies within another, and so on, to infinity, which is the number of grains of sand. The path that you are to take is endless, and you will die before you have truly awakened.
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Death End Infinity Sleep Wake Yourself
When you come right down to it, opinions are the most superficial things about anyone.
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Opinion Right Yourself
Each thing implies the universe.
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One Liner Universe
I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart, I am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.
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Dangerous Darkness Defeat Heart Hungry Lonely Myself
I am not sure of anything, I know nothing. Can you imagine that I don’t even know the date of my own death?
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Date Death Imagination Known Yourself
The tango is a direct expression of something that poets have often tried to state in words: the belief that a fight may be a celebration.
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Belief Celebration Direct Expression Fight State
In all fiction, when a man is faced with alternatives he chooses one at the expense of others.
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Choice Expense Face Fiction Man
I ask of any God, of any gods, that if they give immortality, I hope to be granted oblivion also.
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Desire God Immortal Myself
When you reach my age, you realize you couldn’t have done things very much better or much worse than you did them in the first place.
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Age Better Place Reach Worst Yourself
My books standing there on the shelf do not know that I have written them.
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Book Known Stand Writing
I saw a sunset in Queretaro that seemed to reflect the color of a rose in Bengal.
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Color Reflection Rose
When I wake up, I wake to something worse. It’s the astonishment of being myself.
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Astonishment Myself Wake Up Worst
What you really value is what you miss, not what you have.
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Missing Value Yourself
I do not write for a select minority, which means nothing to me, nor for that adulated platonic entity known as ‘The Masses’. Both abstractions, so dear to the demagogue, I disbelieve in. I write for myself and for my friends, and I write to ease the passing of time.
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Ease Friendship Minority Myself Time Writing
Only in the present do things happen.
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Inspirational Moments Present

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