Jorge Luis Borges
Jorge Luis Borges
Jorge Francisco Isidoro Luis Borges KBE; 24 August 1899 – 14 June 1986), was an Argentine short-story writer, essayist, poet and translator, and a key figure in Spanish-language literature. His best-known books, Ficcionesand El Aleph, published in the 1940s, are compilations of short stories interconnected by common themes, including dreams, labyrinths, libraries, mirrors, fictional writers, philosophy, and religion...
NationalityArgentinian
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth24 August 1899
writing reality imagination
Reality is not always probable, or likely. But if you're writing a story, you have to make it as plausible as you can, because if not, the reader's imagination will reject it.
sacrifice self abuse
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.
warning might incredibles
It seemed incredible that this day, a day without warnings or omens, might be that of my implacable death.
age taught borges
My advanced age has taught me the resignation of being Borges.
men years water
On the floor, and hanging on to the bar, squatted an old man, immobile as an object. His years had reduced and polished him as water does a stone or the generations of men do a sentence.
space world divinity
We (the indivisible divinity that works in us) have dreamed the world . We have dreamed it resistant, mysterious, visible, ubiquitous in space and firm in time, but we have allowed slight, and eternal, bits of the irrational to form part of its architecture so as to know that it is false.
impossible-things intellectual merit
There are no moral or intellectual merits. Homer composed the Odyssey; if we postulate an infinite period of time, with infinite circumstances and changes, the impossible thing is not to compose the Odyssey, at least once.
fighting expression may
The tango is a direct expression of something that poets have often tried to state in words: the belief that a fight may be a celebration.
poet persons
He consorted with prostitutes and poets...and with persons even worse.
breathing favors dobermans
Perhaps the apparent favor of the universe is no more than the crocodile grin of a Doberman breathing hard and about to be hungry?
weaving facts possibility
The central fact of my life has been the existence of words and the possibility of weaving those words into poetry.
far-away walks
i walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn't expect to arrive
mother censorship metaphor
Censorship is the mother of metaphor.
men letters too-much
In fact I'm in too much of a mental muddle to know where I am - an idealist or not. I'm a mere man of letters, and I do what I can with those subjects.