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.

Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

I am burning myself up and will always do so.

People seek escape in myth by any means at their disposal, including drugs, alcohol, meditation, and lies.

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.

Artists can no more speak about their work, than plants can speak about horticulture.

The composer opens the cage door for arithmetic, the draftsman gives geometry its freedom.