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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.

Jorge Luis Borges

I believe books will never disappear. It is impossible for it to happen. Of all man’s diverse tools, undoubtedly the most astounding are his books… If books were to disappear, history would disappear. So would man.
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Book Disappear Diversity History Man Myself
The Falklands thing was a fight between two bald men over a comb.
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Fiction Fight Funny Literature Story
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
To say good-bye is to deny separation; it is to say Today we play at going our own ways, but we’ll see each other tomorrow. Men invented farewells because they somehow knew themselves to be immortal, even while seeing themselves as contingent and ephemeral.
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Immortal Invention Known Man Play Separate Way
Time is the tiger that devours me, but I am that tiger.
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Animal Time
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
So plant your own gardens and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
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Decoration Flower Garden Plant Self Love Soul Yourself
Many of the characters are fools and they’re always playing tricks on me and treating me badly.
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Character Fools Myself Play Trick
I saw a sunset in Queretaro that seemed to reflect the color of a rose in Bengal.
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Color Reflection Rose
You may win your heart’s desire, but in the end you’re cheated of it by death.
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Cheating Death Desire End Heart Win
In adultery, there is usually tenderness and self-sacrifice; in murder, courage; in profanation and blasphemy, a certain satanic splendour. Judas elected those offences unvisited by any virtues: abuse of confidence and informing.
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Adultery Inform Sacrifice Tenderness University
The earth we inhabit is an error, an incompetent parody. Mirrors and paternity are abominable because they multiply and affirm it.
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Affirmation Earth Errors Mistake
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
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
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

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