If there is a soul, it is a mistake to believe that it is given to us fully created. It is created here, throughout a whole life. And living is nothing else but that long and painful bringing forth.

In the vast reaches of the dry, cold night, thousands of stars were constantly appearing, and their sparkling icicles, loosened at once, began to slip gradually toward the horizon.

But who would dare condemn me in this world with no judges, where no one is innocent!

We can't do without dominating others or being served.... The essential thing, in sum, is being able to get angry without the other person being able to answer back.

One dies if necessary, one breaks rather than bending. But I bend, because I continue to love myself.

We know the surrealist solution: concrete irrationality, objective risk. Poetry is the conquest, the only possible conquest, of the 'supreme position', 'a certain position of the mind from where life and death, the real and the imaginary, the past and the future... cease to be perceived in a contradictory sense.'

I have always felt I lived on the high seas, threatened, at the heart of a royal happiness.