Where are the beginnings, the endings, and most important, the middles?

There was a time when I thought a great deal about the axolotls. I went to see them at the aquarium at the Jardin des Plantes and stayed for hours watching them, observing their immobility; their faint movements. Now I am an axolotl.

Come sleep with me: We won't make Love,Love will make us.

All profound distraction opens certain doors. You have to allow yourself to be distracted when you are unable to concentrate.

Before going back to sleep I imagined (I saw) a plastic universe, changeable, full of wondrous chance, an elastic sky, a sun that suddenly is missing or remains fixed or changes its shape.

Nothing is more comical than seriousness understood as a virtue that has to precede all important literature

But what is memory if not the language of feeling, a dictionary of faces and days and smells which repeat themselves like the verbs and adjectives in a speech, sneaking in behind the thing itself,into the pure present, making us sad or teaching us vicariously.