How quiet the writing, how noisy the printing.

One should write only those books from whose absence one suffers. In short: the ones you want on your own desk.

My favorite mode of communication is in the world beyond: a dream, to see in a dream. My second favorite is correspondence.

The one that burned the hottest is the first to die.

No one has ever stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?

My verses are my diary. My poetry is a poetry of proper names.

My desk, most loyal friend thank you. You've been with me on every road I've taken. My scar and my protection.