When the image is new, the world is new.

Any comparison diminishes the expressive qualities of the terms of the comparison.

It will always be a fact that the woman is the person one idealizes, also the person who wishes his idealization.

Ideas are refined and multiplied in the commerce of minds. In their splendor, images effect a very simple communion of souls.

To verify images kills them, and it is always more enriching to imagine than to experience.

I am a dreamer of words, of written words. I think I am reading; a word stops me. I leave the page. The syllables of the word begin to move around. Stressed accents begin to invert. The word abandons its meaning like an overload which is too heavy and prevents dreaming. Then words take on other meanings as if they had the right to be young. And the words wander away, looking in the nooks and crannies of vocabulary for new company, bad company.

Dreaming by the river, I dedicated my imagination to water, to clear, green water, the water that makes the meadows green.