There is nothing with which it is so dangerous to take liberties as liberty itself.

It is more or less a given that nothing is less favorable to clairvoyance than the bright sun: physical light and mental light coexist on very poor terms.

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

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

Beauty will be convulsive or will not be at all.

Perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that I am exploring, doomed to try and learn what I should simply recognize, learning a mere fraction of what I have forgotten.

I love you on the surface of seas Red like the egg when it is green