Don't for a moment believe He was killing the young; He was costuming angels.

Commissions suit me. They set limits. Jean Marais dared me to write play in which he would not speak in the first act, would weep for joy in the second and in the last would fall backward down a flight of stairs.

There are truths which one can only say after having won the right to say them.

Every poem is a coat of arms. It must be deciphered. How much blood, how many tears in exchange for these axes, these muzzles, these unicorns, these torches, these towers, these martlets, these seedlings of stars and these fields of blue!

I feel myself inhabited by a force or being -- very little known to me. It gives the orders; I follow.

The poet doesn't invent. He listens.

Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper.