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The Falklands thing was a fight between two bald men over a comb.

Jorge Luis Borges

I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.
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Imagination Kind Library Myself Paradise
I have preferred to teach my students not English literature but my love for certain authors, or, even better, certain pages, or even better than that, certain lines. One falls in love with a line, then with a page, then with an author. Well, why not? It is a beautiful process.
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Beautiful Better Fall In Love Literature Preference Student Teaching
Don’t talk unless you can improve the silence.
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Improvement Silence Talk Yourself
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
Nothing is built on stone; all is built on sand, but we must build as if the sand were stone.
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Build Philosophy Stone
I saw a sunset in Queretaro that seemed to reflect the color of a rose in Bengal.
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Color Reflection Rose
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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Existence Identity Memories Problem Solution
Poets, like the blind, can see in the dark.
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Blind Darkness Poet
Beyond my anxiety, beyond this writing, the universe waits, inexhaustible, inviting.
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Anxiety Beyond Inspirational Invitation Myself Universe
Creativity is suspended between memory and forgetting.
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Creativity Forget Memories
To be immortal is commonplace; except for man, all creatures are immortal, for they are ignorant of death; what is divine, terrible, incomprehensible, is to know that one is immortal.
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Creature Divine Ignorance Immortal Man Myself Terrible
We forget that we are all dead men conversing with dead men.
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Conversation Death Forget Man
For me, beauty is a physical sensation, something we feel with our whole body. It is not the result of judgement. We do not arrive at it by way of rules. We either feel beauty or we don’t.
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Beautiful Feeling Judgement Ourselves Result
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
Happy are the beloved and the lovers and those who can live without love.
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Happiness Live Love Lover
The future is as irrevocable as an inflexible yesterday.
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Future Past

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