Literature is not exhaustible, for the sufficient and simple reason that a single book is not.

I suppose every poet has his own private mythology. Maybe he's unaware of it. People tell me that I have evolved a private mythology of tigers, of blades, of labyrinths, and I"m unaware of the fact this is so. My readers are finding it all the time. But I think perhaps that is the duty of poet.

Why do you seem so annoyed at what I'm saying?" "Because we're too much like each other. I loathe your face, which is a caricature of mine, I loathe your voice, which is a mockery of mine, I loathe your pathetic syntax, which is my own.

I foresee that man will resign himself each day to new abominations, and soon that only bandits and soldiers will be left...

We are our memory, we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes, that pile of broken mirrors.

His life, measured in space and time, will take up a mere few lines, which my ignorance will abbreviate further.

Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time.