One must always maintain one's connection to the past and yet ceaselessly pull away from it.

What is the source of our first suffering? It lies in the fact that we hesitated to speak... It was born in the moment when we accumulated silent things within us.

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.

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

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

Why should the actions of the imagination not be as real as those of perception?