The only way to kill death is through photography.

One of the characteristics of the dream is that nothing surprises us in it. With no regret, we agree to live in it with strangers, completely cut off from our habits and friends.

I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.

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!

It seems to me that invisibility is the required provision of elegance. Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.

Catastrophe, riots, factories blowing up, armies in flight, flood - the ear can detect a whole apocalypse in the starry night of the human body.

The poet never asks for admiration; he wants to be believed.