Poetry springs from something deeper; it's beyond intelligence.

Israelites, Christians and Muslims profess immortality, but the veneration they render this world proves they believe only in it, since they destine all other worlds, in infinite number, to be its reward or punishment.

For me, beauty is a physical sensation, something we feel with our whole body. It is not the result of judgement. We do not arrive at it by way of rules. We either feel beauty or we don't.

I wonder if I have woven through dreams the sexual strife. I don't think so. But after all, my business is to weave dreams. I suppose I may be allowed to choose the material.

Every writer creates his own precursors. His work modifies our conception of the past, as it will modify the future.

Imprecision is tolerable and verisimilar in literature, because we always tend towards it in life.

I gazed at every mirror on the planet, not one gave back my reflection.