The reverie would not last if it were not nourished by the images of the sweetness of living, by the illusions of happiness.

The poetic image exists apart from causality.

The reveries of two solitary souls prepare the sweetness of loving.

It is better to live in a state of impermanence than in one of finality.

For in the end, the irreality function functions as well in the face of man as in the face of the cosmos. What would we know of others if we did not imagine things?

Nobody knows that in reading we are re-living our temptations to be a poet. All readers who have a certain passion for reading, nurture and repress, through reading, the desire to become a writer.

We believe we can also show that words do not have exactly the same psychic "weight" depending on whether they belong to the language of reverie or to the language of daylight life-to rested language or language under surveillance-to the language of natural poetry or to the language hammered out by authoritarian prosodies.