Who am I? If this once I were to rely on a proverb, then perhaps everything would amount to knowing whom I 'haunt.'

I believe in the future resolution of these two states, dream and reality, which are seemingly so contradictory, into a kind of absolute reality, a surreality, if one may so speak.

Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.

Trust in the inexhaustible character of the murmur.

The imaginary is what tends to become real.

We all love conflagrations. When the sky changes color, it is a dead man's passing.

Life’s greatest gift is the freedom it leaves you to step out of it whenever you choose.