The job of the poet (a job which can't be learned) consists of placing those objects of the visible world which have become invisible due to the glue of habit, in an unusual position which strikes the soul and gives them a tragic force.

Silence moves faster when it's going backward.

The poet Paul Éluard says that to understand my film version of Beauty and the Beast, you must love your dog more than your car.

The worst tragedy for a poet is to be admired through being misunderstood.

Without opium, plans, marriages and journeys appear to me just as foolish as if someone falling out of a window were to hope to make friends with the occupants of the room before which he passes.

The preservation of friendship is seen as opportunism. You are required to be in one camp or the other. You are enjoined to cut your heartstrings if they extend across the barricade.

Picasso said that everything is a miracle, that it's a miracle that we don't dissolve in our baths.