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

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 poem is the realization of love. . . .

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.

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 can we live without the unknown before us?