Quotes from Borges

Yo no hablo de venganzas ni perdones, el olvido es la única venganza y el único perdón.

Once I am dead, there will be no lack of pious hands to throw me over the railing; my grave will be the fathomless air; my body will sink endlessly and decay and dissolve in the wind generated by the fall, which is infinite.

A tradition that doesn't have to be an imitation of something but a continuation, a branching out more than anything. One would have to conceive of tradition as something living, something that's continually changing and enriching itself through that change.