Author: Jorge Luis Borges

Cites

• Francis Bacon (1)
  • IN: The Aleph (None) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Solomon saith: There is no new thing upon the earth. So that as Plato had an imagination, that all knowledge was but remembrance; so Solomon giveth his sentence, thal all novelty is but oblivion.
    FROM: Essays, LVIII, (1597), Essay, UK

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• John Burdett (4)
  • IN: Bangkok Tattoo (2005) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Israelites, Christians and Muslims profess immortality, but the veneration they render this world proves they believe only in it, since they destine all other worlds, in infinite number, to be its reward or punishment. The wheel of certain Hindustani religions seems more reasonable to me.
    FROM: The Immortal, (1947), Short story, Argentina
  • IN: Bangkok 8 (2003) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Like all the men of Babylon, I have been proconsul; like all, I have been a slave. I have known omnipotence, ignominy, imprisonment. Look here-my right hand has no index finger.
    FROM: The Lottery in Babylon, (1941), Short story, Argentina
• Marc Daniel Nair (1)
  • IN: Chai: Travel Poems (2010) Poetry, Singaporean
    EPIGRAPH: To see in the day or in the year a symbol Of mankind's days and of his years, To transform the outrage of the years Into a music, a rumour and a symbol.
    FROM: Ars Poetica, (1960), Poem, Argentina
• Aidan Higgins (1)
  • IN: Darkling Plain (2010) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: Time... attenuates memories.
    FROM: The Zahir, (1949), Novel, Brazil
• Steven Hall (1)
  • IN: The Raw Shark Texts (2007) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Some limited and waning memory of Herbert Ashe, an engineer of the southern railways, persists in the hotel at Adrogue, amongst the effusive honeysuckles and in the illusory depths of the mirrors.
    FROM: Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius, (1961), Short story, Argentina
• James Scudamore (1)
  • IN: The Amnesia Clinic (2006) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The first thing she felt was a sinking in her stomach and a trembling in her knees; then, a sense of blind guilt, of unreality, of cold, of fear; then a desire for this day to be past. Then immediately she realized that such a wish was pointless, for her father's death was the only thing that had happened in the world, and it would go on happening, endlessly, forever after.
    FROM: Emma Zunz, (1948), Short story, Argentina
• Githa Hariharan (1)
  • IN: When Dreams Travel (1999) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: ...we cannot examine dreams directly, we can only speak of the memory of dreams.
    FROM: NULL, (1977), NULL, Argentina
• Cyril Wong (1)
  • IN: Here and Beyond: 12 Stories (2014) Short Stories, Singaporean
    EPIGRAPH: As one bird halts the silence
    FROM: Break of Day, (1923), Poem, Argentina
• Alena Graedon (1)
  • IN: The Word Exchange (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: As a boy, I used to marvel that the letters in a closed book did not get scrambled and lost overnight.
    FROM: The Aleph, (1974), Short Story, Argentina
• Kiran Desani (1)
  • IN: The Inheritance of Loss (2006) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Writings of light assault the darkness, more prodigous than meteors. The tall unknowable city takes over the countryside. Sure of my life and death, I observe the ambitious and would like to understand them. Their day is greedy as a lariat in the air. Their night is a rest from the rage within steel, quick to attack. They speak of humanity. My humanity is in feeling we are all voices of the same poverty. They speak of homeland. My homeland is the rythym of a guitar, a few portraits, an old sword, the willow grove’s visible prayer as evening falls. Time is living me. More silent than my shadow, I pass through the loftily covetous multitude. They are indispensible, singular, worthy of tomorrow. My name is someone and anyone. I walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn’t expect to arrive.
    FROM: Boast of Quietness, (1925), NULL, Argentina
• Adrian McKinty (4)
  • IN: The Cold Cold Ground (2012) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: It is rumoured that after concluding his song about the war in Ilium, Homer sang next of the war between the frogs and rats.
    FROM: The Immortal, (1949), Short Story, Argentina
  • IN: Police at the Station and they don't look friendly (2017) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: It only takes two facing mirrors to construct a labyrinth.
    FROM: Seven Nights, (1977), Book, Argentina
  • IN: Rain Dogs (2016) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: Humiliation, unhappiness, discord are the ancient foods of heroes.
    FROM: On Blindness, (1983), NULL, Argentina
  • IN: Gun Street Girl (2015) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: I do not yet know what your gift is to me, but mine to you is an awesome one: you may keep your days and nights.
    FROM: Blue Tigers, (1983), Short story, Argentina
• Amit Chaudhuri (1)
  • IN: Odysseus Abroad (2014) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: I believe our tradition is all of Western culture, and I also believe we have a right to this tradition, greater than that which the inhabitants of one or the other Western nation might have.
    FROM: The Argentine Writer and Tradition, (1961), Short Story, Argentina
• Jeffery Deaver (1)
  • IN: An Acceptable Sacrifice (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.
    FROM: Dreamtigers, (1960), Book, Argentina
• Luke Brown (1)
  • IN: My Biggest Lie (2014) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Writing long books is a laborious and impoverishing act of foolishness... A better procedure is to pretend that those books already exist.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, Argentina
• Nick Harkaway (1)
  • IN: Tigerman (2014) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: My father had formed one of those close English friendships with him (the first adjective is perhaps excessive) that begin by excluding confidences and soon eliminate conversation.
    FROM: Tlon, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius, (1940), Short Story, Argentina
• Steve Berry (1)
  • IN: The Alexandria Link (2007) Fiction, Thriller, Historical Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Since the first Adam who beheld the night and the day and the shape of his own hand, men have made up stories and have fixed in stone, in metal, or on parchment whatever the world includes or dreams create. Here is the fruit of their labor: the Library…The faithless say that if it were to burn, history would burn with it. They are wrong. Unceasing human work gave birth to this infinity of books. If of them all not even one remained, man would again beget each page and every line.
    FROM: Alexandria, 641 A.D., (None), Poem, Argentina
• Vargas Llosa, Mario (1)
  • IN: The Discreet Hero (2013) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Our beautiful task is to imagine there is a labyrinth and a thread.
    FROM: The Fable's Thread, (1985), NULL, Argentina
• Will Wiles (1)
  • IN: The Way Inn (2014) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The house is the same size as the world; or rather, it is the world.
    FROM: The House of Asterion, (1947), Short story, Argentina
• Grace Tiffany (1)
  • IN: Will (2004) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Let my name, like Odysseus', be Nobody
    FROM: NULL, (None), [NA], Argentina
• Paul Theroux (1)
  • IN: My Other Life (1996) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I do not know which of us has written this page.
    FROM: Borges and I, (1960), Short story, Argentina
• Rudy Rucker (1)
  • IN: Mathematicians in Love (2006) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: "Where are we, then, if not in paradise?" he asked.
    FROM: "The rose of Paracelsus" Collected Fictions, (1944), Short story, Argentina
• Yasmina Reza (2)
  • IN: Happy Are the Happy (2013) Fiction, French
    EPIGRAPH: Happy are the loved and the lovers and those who can do without love. Happy are the happy.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, Argentina
• Bob Proehl (2)
  • IN: A Hundred Thousand Worlds (2016) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: He told the man that in America it was nonsense to invent a country -- what they ought to do was invent a planet.
    FROM: Tlon, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius, (1940), Short story, Argentina
  • IN: Hundred Thousand Worlds (2016) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: He told the man that in America it was nonsense to invent a country -- what they ought to do was invent a planet.
    FROM: "Tlön,Uqbar, Orbis Tertius", (1940), Short story, Argentina
• Edmundo Taz Soldan (1)
  • IN: Turing's Delirium (2003) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Inutil observar que el mejor volumen de los muchos hexagonas que adminstro se titula Trueno peinado, y otro El calambre de yeso y otro Axaxaxas mlo. Esas proposiciones, a primera vista inchorentes, sin duda son capaces de una justificacion criptografico o alegorica; esa justificacion es verbal y, ex hypothesi, ya figura en la Biblioteca. No puedo combinar unoas caracteres dhcmrlchtdj que la divina Biblioteca no haya previsto y que en alguna de sus lenguas secretas no encierren un terrible sentido. Nadie puede articular una silaba que no este llena de ternuras y temores; que no sea en alguno de esos lenguajes el nombre poderoso de un dios.
    FROM: La Biblioteca de Babel, (1941), Short story, Argentina
• Elizabeth Murphy (1)
  • IN: An Imperfect Librarian (2008) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Man, the imperfect librarian may be the product of chance or of malevolent demiurgi.
    FROM: The Library of Babel, (1941), Short story, Argentina
• Bradford Morrow (1)
  • IN: The Forgers (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Historical truth, for him, is not what took place; it is what we think took place.
    FROM: Pierre Menard, (1939), Short story, Argentina
• Ana Menendez (1)
  • IN: Adios, Happy Homeland (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The first bridge, Constituition Station. At my feet the shunting trains trace iron labyrinths.
    FROM: “Matthew XV:30”, (1972), Poem, Argentina
• Stephen Hunter (1)
  • IN: Citadel (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: A book is a physical object in a world of physical objects. It is a set of dead symbols. And then the right reader comes along and the words — or, rather, the poetry behind the words, for the words themselves are mere symbols — spring to life.
    FROM: This Craft of Verse, (2000), Book, Argentina
• Adam Langer (1)
  • IN: The Thieves of Manhattan (2010) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: He walked toward the sheets of flame. They did not bite his flesh, they caressed him and flooded him without heat or combustion. With relief, with humiliation, with terror, he understood that he also was an illusion, that someone else was dreaming him.
    FROM: The Circular Ruins, (1940), Short story, Argentina
• Maylis de Kerangal (1)
  • IN: Birth of a Bridge (2010) Fiction, French
    EPIGRAPH: but, as the seas work in their secret ways and the planet is porous, it may still be true to claim all men have bathed in the Ganges
    FROM: Poem of the Fourth Element, (1964), Poem, Argentina
• Dasa Drndic (1)
  • IN: Trieste (2007) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: A single moment suffices to unlock the secrets of life, and the key to all secrets is History and only History, that eternal repetition and the beautiful name of horror.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, Argentina
• Franck Thilliez (1)
  • IN: Vertige (None) Fiction, French
    EPIGRAPH: On n’existe que si on est photographié.
    FROM: The Book of Sand, (1975), Short Story, Argentina
• De Robertis, Carolina (1)
  • IN: The Gods of Tango (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Convert the outrage of the years into music.
    FROM: The Art of Poetry, (1960), Poem, Argentina
• Val Brelinski (1)
  • IN: The Girl Who Slept With God (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible God.
    FROM: Other inquisitions, 1937-1952, (1952), Book, Argentina
• Paulo Coelho (1)
  • IN: Aleph (2010) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: The Aleph was about two to three centimetres in diameter, but all of cosmic space was there, with no diminution in size. Each thing was infinite, because I could clearly see it from every point on the universe.
    FROM: The Aleph, (1945), Short Story, Argentina
• Janette Turner Hospital (1)
  • IN: Due Preparations for the Plague (2003) Fiction, Australian
    EPIGRAPH: It's to the other man, to Borges, that things happen ... I live, I let myself live, so that Borges can weave his tales and poems, and those tales and poems are my justification. ... Little by little, I have been surrendering everything to him, even though I have evidence of his stubborn habit of falsification and exaggeration. ... Which of us is writing this page I don't know.
    FROM: Borges and I, (1960), Short story, Argentina
• Joyce Carol Oates (1)
  • IN: Wonderland: The Wonderland Quartet (1992) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: We... have dreamt the world. We have dreamt it as firm, mysterious, visible, ubiquitous in space and durable in time; but in its architecture we have allowed tenuous and eternal crevices of unreason which tell us it is false.
    FROM: Labyrinths, (1962), Book, Argentina
• Don Domanski (1)
  • IN: Bite Down Little Whisper (1950) Book, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: ...there is only one subject...this indivisible subject is every being in the universe and these beings are the organs and masks of divinity.
    FROM: Labyrinths, (1962), Book, NULL