Writing Is Only A Guided Dream.

A Man Sets Himself The Task Of Portraying The World. Shortly Before He Dies He Discovers That This Patient Labyrinth Of Lines Is A Drawing Of His Own Face.

I Owe The Discovery Of Uqbar To The Conjunction Of A Mirror And An Encyclopedia.

Time Is The Substance Of Which We Are Made

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.

The Time For Your Labor Has Been Granted.