Erwin van Moll
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tiny.ag/kiytmq1q · submitted 1999 by Erwin van Moll
I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities that I have visited, all my ancestors... Perhaps I would have liked to be my father, who wrote but has the decency of not publishing.
tiny.ag/e2igybvl · submitted 1999 by Erwin van Moll
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.
Jorge Luis Borges, "Three Versions of Judas", in Vice and Virtue
tiny.ag/wqaxitgv · submitted 1999 by Erwin van Moll
Mir Bahadur Ali is, as we have seen, incapable of evading the most vulgar of art's temptations: that of being a genius.
Jorge Luis Borges, "The Approach to Al-Mu'tasim", in Art and Literature
tiny.ag/bza7uu5d · submitted 1999 by Erwin van Moll
My advanced age has taught me the resignation of being Borges.
Jorge Luis Borges, "El informe de Brodie", in Wisdom and Ignorance
tiny.ag/anqu4m95 · submitted 1999 by Erwin van Moll
The heresies we should fear are those which can be confused with orthodoxy.
Jorge Luis Borges, "The Theologians", in Science and Religion
tiny.ag/inomue9p · submitted 1999 by Erwin van Moll
There is no intellectual exercise which is not ultimately useless.
Jorge Luis Borges, "Pierre Menard, Author of Don Quixote", in Art and Literature and Wisdom and Ignorance
tiny.ag/dcgo3bsq · submitted 1999 by Erwin van Moll
Any time something is written against me, I not only share the sentiment but feel I could do the job far better myself. Perhaps I should advise would-be enemies to send me their grievances beforehand, with full assurance that they will receive my every aid and support. I have even secretly longed to write, under a pen name, a merciless tirade against myself.
Jorge Luis Borges, (autobiographical essay, 1970), in Art and Literature
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