There are reveries so deep, reveries which help us descend so deeply within ourselves that they rid us of our history. They liberate us from our name. These solitudes of today return us to the original solitudes.

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

When the image is new, the world is new.

Empirical description involves enslavement to the object by decreeing passivity on the part of the subject.

The subconscious is ceaselessly murmuring, and it is by listening to these murmurs that one hears its truth.

Literary imagination is an aesthetic object offered by a writer to a lover of books.

In our view any awareness is an increment to consciousness, an added light, a reinforcement of psychic coherence. Its swiftness or instantaneity can hide this growth from us. But there is a growth of being in every instance of awareness. Consciousness is in itself an act, the human act.