In the beginning was the Word. Man acts it out. He is the act, not the actor.
Once you have given up the ghost, everything follows with dead certainty, even in the midst of chaos.
It is no accident that propels people like us to Paris.
Everybody says sex is obscene. The only true obscenity is war.
If the poet can no longer speak for society, but only for himself, then we are at the last ditch.
My hunger and curiosity drive me forward in all directions at once.