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!

Since it's now fashionable to laugh at the conservative French Academy, I have remained a rebel by joining it.

I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead.

The cinema is death at work.

When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work.

Do not take up cause against the inaccuracies printed about you. They are your protection.

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