In exiling myself I am not exiling a monster, but a man whom society will not allow to live, since it considers one of the mysterious cogs in God's masterpiece to be a mistake.

An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.

Without resistance you can do nothing

I've always preferred mythology to history. History is truth that becomes an illusion. Mythology is an illusion that becomes reality.

Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility... It insists on living its own life.

Silence moves faster when it's going backward.

And now I have to confess the unpardonable and the scandalous. I am a happy man. And I am going to tell you the secret of my happiness. It is quite simple. I love mankind. I love love. I hate hate. I try to understand and accept.