Self-discovery is above all the realization that we are alone.

Poet: gardener of epitaphs.

Literature is the expression of a feeling of deprivation, a recourse against a sense of something missing. But the contrary is also true: language is what makes us human. It is a recourse against the meaningless noise and silence of nature and history.

A flower without a stem, is beauty waiting to die. A heart without love, is a tear waiting to cry.

Without democracy freedom is a chimera

Solitude lies at the lowest depth of the human condition. Man is the only being who feels himself to be alone and the only one who is searching for the Other.

For every language that becomes extinct, an image of man disappears.