Reality is a staircase going neither up nor down, we don't move; today is today, always is today.
If society abolishes poetry it commits spiritual suicide.
A civilization that denies death ends by denying life.
Cubism had been an analysis of the object and an attempt to put it before us in its totality; both as analysis and as synthesis, it was a criticism of appearance. Surrealism transmuted the object, and suddenly a canvas became an apparition: a new figuration, a real transfiguration.
Loving means getting rid of names.
My body, plowed by your body, will turn into a field where one is sown and a hundred reaped.