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The mind was dreaming. The world was its dream.

Jorge Luis Borges

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
The word happiness exists in every language; it is plausible the thing itself exists.
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Existence Happiness Word
There is nothing in the world that is not mysterious, but the mystery is more evident in certain things than in others: in the sea, in the eyes of the elders, in the color yellow, and in music.
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Eyes Music Mysterious World
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
Writing long books is a laborious and impoverishing act of foolishness: expanding in five hundred pages an idea that could be perfectly explained in a few minutes. A better procedure is to pretend that those books already exist and to offer a summary, a commentary.
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Books Existence Fools Ideas Summary Writing
In Spanish it is very difficult to make things flow, because words are over-long. But in English, you have light words.
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Difficult Light Spanish Word Yourself
Censorship is the mother of metaphor.
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Hide Metaphor Mom
Reality favors symmetry.
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Reality Symmetry
I have committed the worst of sins one can commit. I have not been happy.
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Commitment Happiness Myself Sin Worst
I think of reading a book as no less an experience than travelling or falling in love.
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Book Experience Fall In Love Thinking
When I feel I’m going to write something, then I just am quiet and I try to listen. Then something comes through. And I do what I can in order not to tamper with it.
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Feeling Listening Myself Order Writing
Art is endless like a river flowing, passing, yet remaining.
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Art Creativity End River
He thought that the rose was to be found in its own eternity and not in his words; and that we may mention or allude to a thing, but not express it.
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Expression Finding Mention Rose Word
Life itself is a quotation.
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Life One Liner
We have stopped believing in progress. What progress that is !
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Believe Progress Stop
I never reread what I’ve written. I’m far too afraid to feel ashamed of what I’ve done.
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Afraid Feeling Myself Reading Shame Writing

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