Poetry is a religion with no hope.
What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show.
The Louvre is a morgue; you go there to identify your friends.
There are truths which one can only say after having won the right to say them.
I feel myself inhabited by a force or being -- very little known to me. It gives the orders; I follow.
Lack of manners is the sign of a hero.