If, when you wake up in the morning, you can think of nothing but writing . . . then you are a writer.

We are the bees of the invisible. We madly gather the honey of the visible to store it in the great golden hive of the invisible.

You must change your life.

Being an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force its sap and stands confidence in the storms of spring without fear that after them may come no summer

If there is nothing you can share with other people, try to be close to Things, they will not abandon you; and the nights are still here and the winds that move through the trees and across many lands; everything in the world of Things and animals is still filled with happening, which you can take part in.

In the depths all becomes law.

The artist's experience lies so unbelievably close to the sexual, to its pain and its pleasure, that the two phenomena are really just different forms of one and the same longing and bliss.