Retold, my dream is nothing; dreamt, it was terrible.

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.

Ts'ui Pe must have said once: I am withdrawing to write a book. And another time: I am withdrawing to construct a labyrinth. Every one imagined two works; to no one did it occur that the book and the maze were one and the same thing.

I do not know which of us has written this page.

We accept reality so readily - perhaps because we sense that nothing is real.

The fact is that each writer creates his own precursors.

Reality is partial to symmetry and slight anachronisms.