Words have finished flirting. Now they are making love.

No rules exist, and examples are simply life-savers answering the appeals of rules making vain attempts to exist.

To reduce the imagination to a state of slavery --even though it would mean the elimination of what is commonly called happiness --is to betray all sense of absolute justice within oneself. Imagination alone offers me some intimation of what can be.

There are fairy stories to be written for adults. Stories that are still in a green state.

Trust in the inexhaustible character of the murmur.

What is admirable about the fantastic is that there is no longer anything fantastic: there is only the real.

The lamentable expression: 'But it was only a dream", the increasing use of which - among others in the domain of the cinema - has contributed not a little to encourage such hypocrisy, has for a long while ceased to merit discussion.