The one who travels like a lover searching for a new passion is suddenly blessed with new eyes, new ears, new senses.

We don't see things as they are, we see them as we ... believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.

We don't have a language for the senses. Feelings are images, sensations are like musical sounds.

I seek the real stuff of life. Profound drama.

I want to be a writer who reminds others that these moments exist; I want to prove that there is infinite space, infinite meaning, infinite dimension

In music I feel most deeply the passing of things.

I walked into my own book, seeking peace. It was night, and I made a careless movement inside the dream; I turned too brusquely the corner and I bruised myself against my madness.