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What a writer wants to do is not what he does.

Jorge Luis Borges

My undertaking is not difficult, essentially. I should only have to be immortal to carry it out.
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Carry Difficult Essential Immortal Myself
We accept reality so readily – perhaps because we sense that nothing is real.
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Acceptance Reality Thinking
Each thing implies the universe.
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One Liner Universe
We have a very precise image – an image at times shameless – of what we have lost, but we are ignorant of what may follow or replace it.
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Image Lost Replacement Shame Time
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
Reality may avoid the obligation to be interesting, but hypotheses may not.
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Avoid Interest Obligation Reality
There’s no need to build a labyrinth when the entire universe is one.
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Build Need Oneself Universe
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
Poets, like the blind, can see in the dark.
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Blind Darkness Poet
Perhaps the apparent favor of the universe is no more than the crocodile grin of a Doberman breathing hard and about to be hungry?
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Breathe Hungry Universe
What you really value is what you miss, not what you have.
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Missing Value Yourself
I would rather like to think of God as being a kind of adventurer – even as Wells thought about him – or perhaps as something within us making for some unknown purpose.
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God Kind Myself Purpose Thinking Unknown
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 cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does.
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Detail Memories Myself Night Solitude Thinking Walk
Beyond my anxiety, beyond this writing, the universe waits, inexhaustible, inviting.
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Anxiety Beyond Inspirational Invitation Myself Universe
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

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