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I suppose identity depends on memory. And if my memory is blotted out, then I wonder if I exist – I mean, if I am the same person. Of course, I don’t have to solve that problem. It’s up to God, if any.

Jorge Luis Borges

You may win your heart’s desire, but in the end you’re cheated of it by death.
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Cheating Death Desire End Heart Win
A writer needs loneliness, and he gets his share of it. He needs love, and he gets shared and also unshared love. He needs friendship. In fact, he needs the universe. To be a writer is, in a sense, to be a day-dreamer – to be living a kind of double life.
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Himself Life Live Lonely Need Share Writing
In our dreams (writes Coleridge) images represent the sensations we think they cause; we do not feel horror because we are threatened by a sphinx; we dream of a sphinx in order to explain the horror we feel.
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Dreams Feeling Horror Sensation
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
I cannot sleep unless I am surrounded by books.
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Book Myself Sleep
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
Art is very mysterious. I wonder if you can really do any damage to art. I think that when we’re writing, something comes through or should come through, in spite of our theories. So theories are not really important.
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Art Damage Important Mystery Theory Writing Yourself
When I write, I do it urged by an intimate necessity. I don’t have in mind an exclusive public, or a public of multitudes, I don’t think in either thing. I think about expressing what I want to say. I try to do it in the simplest way possible.
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Expression Intimate Myself Necessary Possible Simplicity Writing
Do you want to see what human eyes have never seen? Look at the moon. Do you want to hear what ears have never heard? Listen to the bird’s cry. Do you want to touch what hands have never touched? Touch the earth. Verily I say that God is about to create the world.
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Creation Eyes Human Listening World
I walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn’t expect to arrive.
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Arrival Expectation Far Slow Walk
I gazed at every mirror on the planet, not one gave back my reflection.
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Mirror Myself Planet Reflection
How can we manage to illuminate the pathos of our lives?
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Illumination Live Management Ourselves
If space is infinite, we may be at any point in space. If time is infinite, we may be at any point in time.
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Infinite Point Space Time
The future is inevitable and precise, but it may not occur. God lurks in the gaps.
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Future God Occur Weapon
A book is not an isolated being: it is a relationship, an axis of innumerable relationships
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Book Perspective Relationship
The task of art is to transform what is continuously happening to us, to transform all of these things into symbols, into music, into something which can last in man’s memory. That is our duty. If we don’t fulfill it, we feel unhappy.
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Art Happiness Man Memories Music Transformation

I suppose identity depends on memory. And if my memory is blotted out, then I wonder if I exist – I mean, if I am the same person. Of course, I don’t have to solve that problem. It’s up to God, if any.

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