Poetry is what happens when an anxiety meets a technique.

Of women, the most we can say, not being Frenchmen, is that they are burrowing animals.

The steward, according to custom, had stopped all the clocks. This, in the language of Narouz, said "Your stay with us is so brief, let us not be reminded of the flight of the hours."

Music is only love looking for words.

We are all hunting for rational reasons for believing in the absurd.

Poverty is a great cutter-off and riches a great shutter-off.

An idea is like a rare bird which cannot be seen. What one sees is the trembling of the branch it has just left.