Being an agnostic means all things are possible, even God, even the Holy Trinity. This world is so strange that anything may… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
I am interested in the past. Perhaps one of the reasons is we cannot make, cannot change the past. I mean you… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
I suppose identity depends on memory. And if my memory is blotted out, then I wonder if I exist - I mean,… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
I do not write for a select minority, which means nothing to me, nor for that adulated platonic entity known as ‘The… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
I know of a wild region whose librarians repudiate the vain superstitious custom of seeking any sense in books and compare it… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
If you using local color in an unobtrusive way, it is all for the good. But if you stress it, the whole… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
The execution was set for the 29th of March, at nine in the morning. This delay was due to a desire on the part… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
Like all writers, he measured the achievements of others by what they had accomplished, asking of them that they measure him by what he… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
Loneliness does not worry me; life is difficult enough, putting up with yourself and with your own habits. — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
The fact is that all writers create their precursors. Their work modifies our conception of the past, just as it is bound to modify… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
I don't think we're capable of knowledge, but I like to keep an open mind. So if you ask me whether I believe in… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
The web of time - the strands of which approach one another, bifurcate, intersect, or ignore each other through the centuries - embraces "every"… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
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,… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
I foresee that man will resign himself each day to new abominations, and soon that only bandits and soldiers will be left. — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
