Man is able to do what he is unable to imagine. His head trails a wake through the galaxy of the absurd.
A poet should leave traces of his passage, not proofs. Traces alone engender dreams.
For an inheritance to be really great, the hand of the defunct must not be seen.
Develop your legitimate strangeness.
What comes into the world to disturb nothing merits neither attention nor patience
How did writing come to me? Like bird’s down on my windowpane, in winter. Just then there rose in the heart a struggle of firebrands, which has, still now, not ended.