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.

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.

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

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

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

What can be seductive about the eternal nothing is that the finest day is indifferently this one or any other like it.