I sat at the foot of a huge tree, a statue of the night, and tried to make an inventory of all I had seen, heard, smelled, and felt: dizziness, horror, stupor, astonishment, joy, enthusiasm, nausea, inescapable attraction. What had attracted me? It was difficult to say: Human kind cannot bear much reality.
Octavio PazLove is an attempt at penetrating another being, but it can only succeed if the surrender is mutual.
Octavio PazWhat characterizes a poem is its necessary dependence on words as much as its struggle to transcend them.
Octavio Paz