A poet should leave traces of his passage, not proofs. Traces alone engender dreams.

Develop your legitimate strangeness.

Man is able to do what he is unable to imagine. His head trails a wake through the galaxy of the absurd.

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.

For an inheritance to be really great, the hand of the defunct must not be seen.

Imagination consists in expelling from reality several incomplete persons, and then using the magic and subversive powers of desire to bring them back in the form of one entirely satisfying presence.

What comes into the world to disturb nothing merits neither attention nor patience