Such is the role of poetry. It unveils, in the strict sense of the word. It lays bare, under a light which shakes off torpor, the surprising things which surround us and which our senses record mechanically.

I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.

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

A film is a petrified fountain of thought.

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

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

The ear disapproves but tolerates certain musical pieces; transfer them into the domain of our nose, and we will be forced to flee.