Art is an invention of aesthetics, which in turn is an invention of philosophers... What we call art is a game.

The supreme value is not the future but the present. The future is a deceitful time that always says to us, 'Not Yet,' and thus denies us... Whoever builds a house for future happiness builds a prison for the present.

We are condemned to kill time, thus we die bit by bit.

Because two bodies, naked and entwined, leap over time, they are invulnerable, nothing can touch them, they return to the source. There is no you, no I, no tomorrow, no yesterday, no names, the truth of two in a single body, a single soul, oh total being.

Poets have the gift to speak for others, Vasko Popa had the very rare quality of hearing the others.

Beyond myself, somewhere, I wait for my arrival.

There is nothing sacred or untouchable except the freedom to think. Without criticism, that is to say, without rigor and experimentation, there is no science, without criticism there is no art or literature. I would also say that without criticism there is no healthy society.