I cannot sleep unless I am surrounded by books.

When you reach my age, you realize you couldn't have done things very much better or much worse than you did them in the first place.

You may win your heart's desire, but in the end you're cheated of it by death.

Reality may avoid the obligation to be interesting, but ... hypotheses may not.

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 have wakened not out of sleep, but into a prior dream, and that dream lies within another, and so on, to infinity, which is the number of grains of sand. The path that you are to take is endless, and you will die before you have truly awakened.

I'm not interested in the fact that a writer may label himself as being intellectual or anti-intellectual. l'm really interested in the stuff he's turning out.