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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

Poets, like the blind, can see in the dark.
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Blind Darkness Poet
Loneliness does not worry me; life is difficult enough, putting up with yourself and with your own habits.
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Habit Life Lonely Worry Yourself
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
The mightiest love was granted him Love that does not expect to be loved.
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Expectation Himself Love
I might accept immortality, if I had to do it. But I would prefer – if there is any afterlife – to know nothing whatever about Borges, about his experiences in this world.
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Acceptance Experience Immortal World
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
I am almost sure to be blotted out by death, but sometimes I think it is not impossible that I may continue to live in some other manner after my physical death . Or, as Hamlet wonders, what dreams will come when we leave this body?
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Body Death Impossible Leave Live Myself Thinking
The worst labyrinth is not that intricate form that can entrap us forever, but a single and precise straight line.
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Forever Form Ourselves Worst
Life itself is a quotation.
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Life One Liner
Man’s memory shapes Its own Eden within.
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Man Memories Shape
Every man should be capable of all ideas.
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Capable Ideas Man
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
No one is a poet from eight to twelve and from two to six. Whoever is a poet is one always, and continually assaulted by poetry.
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Age Oneself Poet Poetry
The Falklands thing was a fight between two bald men over a comb.
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Fiction Fight Funny Literature Story
Israelites, Christians and Muslims profess immortality, but the veneration they render this world proves they believe only in it, since they destine all other worlds, in infinite number, to be its reward or punishment.
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Believe Destiny Punishment Religion Reward Secularism World
We are our memory, we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes, that pile of broken mirrors.
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Memories Mirror Museum Shape

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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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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