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 two giving
As to my writing short pieces, there are two reasons I can give you. The first is my invincible laziness. The second is that I've always been fond of short stories, and it always took me some trouble to get through a novel.
art rivers passing
Art is endless like a river flowing, passing, yet remaining...
ignorance space lines
His life, measured in space and time, will take up a mere few lines, which my ignorance will abbreviate further.
fame form worst
Fame is a form, perhaps the worst form, of incomprehension.
memories school reflection
Another school declares that all time has already transpired and that our life is only the crepuscular and no doubt falsified and mutilated memory or reflection of an irrecoverable process.
art writing ephemeral
The art of writing is mysterious, the opinions we hold are ephemeral....
country usa two
It's a shame that we have to choose between two such second-rate countries as the USSR and the USA.
religious prayer secret
He was very religious; he believed that he had a secret pact with God which exempted him from doing good in exchange for prayers and piety.
men simplicity world
The machinery of the world is far too complex for the simplicity of men.
men alternatives fiction
In all fiction, when a man is faced with alternatives he chooses one at the expense of others.
writing thinking years
We did meet forty years ago. At that time we were both influenced by Whitman and I said, jokingly in part, 'I don't think anything can be done in Spanish, do you?' Neruda agreed, but we decided it was too late for us to write our verse in English. We'd have to make the best of a second-rate literature.
fire time-management substance
Time is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
friendship father speech
My father and he had one of those English friendships which begins by avoiding the intimacies and eventually eliminates speech altogether.
sunset rose saws
I saw a sunset in Queretaro that seemed to reflect the colour of a rose in Bengal.