There is an hour of the afternoon when the plain is on the verge of saying something. It never says, or perhaps it says it infinitely, or perhaps we do not understand it, or we understand it and it is untranslatable as music.

Unlike the novel, a short story may be, for all purposes, essential.

A writer - and, I believe, generally all persons - must think that whatever happens to him or her is a resource.

That one individual should awaken in another memories that belong to still a third is an obvious paradox.

The aesthetic event is something as evident, as immediate, as indefinable as love, the taste of fruit, of water. We feel poetry as we feel the closeness of a woman, or as we feel a mountain or a bay. If we feel it immediately, why dilute it with other words, which no doubt will be weaker than our feelings?

No one is a poet from eight to twelve and from two to six. Whoever is a poet is one always, and continually assaulted by poetry.

You who read me, are You sure of understanding my language?