Keep reminding yourself that literature is one of the saddest roads that leads to everything.

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!

Words have finished flirting. Now they are making love.

To see, to hear, means nothing. To recognize (or not to recognize) means everything. Between what I do recognize and what I do not recognize there stands myself. And what I do not recognize I shall continue not to recognize.

Humor (is) the process that allows one to brush reality aside when it gets too distressing.

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.

Trust in the inexhaustible character of the murmur.