In the world we live in everything militates in favor of things that have not yet happened, of things that will never happen again.

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

There is By my leaning over the precipice Of your presence and your absence in hopeless fusion My finding the secret Of loving you Always for the first time

I insist on knowing the names, on being interested only in books left ajar, like doors; I will not go looking for keys.

It is hard not to see into the future, faced with today's blind architecture - a thousand times more stupid and more revolting than that of other ages. How bored we shall be inside!

To see, to hear, means nothing. To recognize (or not to recognize) means everything.

The purest surrealist act is walking into a crowd with a loaded gun and firing into it randomly