THE WRITER can get free of his writing only by using it, that is, by reading oneself. As if the aim of writing were to use what is already written as a launching pad for reading the writing to come. Moreover, what he has written is read in the process, hence constantly modified by his reading. The book is an unbearable totality. I write against a background of facets.

We do not truly speak except at a distance. There is no word not severed.

In the morning, you tear up the pages of your fever, but every word naturally leads you back to its color, its night.

Always in a foreign country, the poet uses poetry as an interpreter.

One rose is enough for the dawn

Only what touches us closely preoccupies us. We prepare in solitude to face it. (The Little Book of Unsuspected Subversion)

As long as we are not chased from our words we have nothing to fear. As long as our utterances keep their sound we have a voice. As long as our words keep their sense we have a soul.