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

Jorge Luis Borges

I saw a sunset in Queretaro that seemed to reflect the color of a rose in Bengal.
JORGE LUIS BORGES

Color Reflection Rose
There is no point in being overwhelmed by the appalling total of human sufferring; such a total does not exist. Neither poverty nor pain is accumulable.
JORGE LUIS BORGES

Human Pain Point Suffering
One concept corrupts and confuses the others. I am not speaking of the Evil whose limited sphere is ethics; I am speaking of the infinite.
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Confusion Corruption Infinite Limitation
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
What a writer wants to do is not what he does.
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Himself Writing
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.
JORGE LUIS BORGES

Expression Intimate Myself Necessary Possible Simplicity Writing
The mightiest love was granted him Love that does not expect to be loved.
JORGE LUIS BORGES

Expectation Himself Love
A writer should have another lifetime to see if he’s appreciated.
JORGE LUIS BORGES

Appreciation Life Poet Time Writing
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
Death is just infinity closing in.
JORGE LUIS BORGES

Close Death Infinite
I gazed at every mirror on the planet, not one gave back my reflection.
JORGE LUIS BORGES

Mirror Myself Planet Reflection
My books standing there on the shelf do not know that I have written them.
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Book Known Stand Writing
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

Existence Identity Memories Problem Solution
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 undertaking is not difficult, essentially. I should only have to be immortal to carry it out.
JORGE LUIS BORGES

Carry Difficult Essential Immortal Myself
Reality is not always probable, or likely.
JORGE LUIS BORGES

Probability Reality

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