Our whole childhood remains to be reimagined. In reimagining it, we have the possibility of recovering it in the very life of our reveries as a solitary child.

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

A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.

The great function of poetry is to give back to us the situations of our dreams.

It is through the intentionality of poetic imagination that the poet's soul discovers the opening of consciousness common to all true poetry.

When the image is new, the world is new.

In order to dream so far, is it enough to read? Isn't it necessary to write? Write as in our schoolboy past, in those days when, as Bonnoure says, the letters wrote themselves one by one, either in their gibbosity or else in their pretentious elegance? In those days, spelling was a drama, our drama of culture at work in the interior of a word.