Nothing retains less of desire in art, in science, than this will to industry, booty, possession.
Trust in the inexhaustible character of the murmur.
The imaginary is what tends to become real.
To see, to hear, means nothing. To recognize (or not to recognize) means everything.
My wish is that you may be loved to the point of madness.
In the world we live in everything militates in favor of things that have not yet happened, of things that will never happen again.