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.

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.

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

Trust firmly in your luck, cling to your happiness, and dare to take risks.

Develop your legitimate strangeness.

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.

Each act is virgin, even the repeated ones.