Poetry is a religion without hope, but its martyrs guarantee the eternal truth of its dogma.

I am happy to exhibit, but not to put myself on exhibition.

When I write, I disturb. When I show a film, I disturb. When I exhibit my painting, I disturb, and I disturb if I don't. I have a knack for disturbing.

The runner stopped dead, lost his balance, froze in one of those violent attitudes in which the photographers petrify living reality.

The poet is at the disposal of the night. His role is humble, he must clean house and await its due visitation.

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

Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.