When the poet is in love, he is incapable of writing poetry on love. He has to write when he remembers that he was in love.

All the theories of conspiracy were always a way to escape our responsibilities. It is a very important kind of social sickness by which we avoid recognizing reality such as it is and avoid our responsibilities.

The wise man does not discriminate; he gathers all the shreds of light, from wherever they may come.

Narrativity presumes a special taste for plot. And this taste for plot was always very present in the Anglo-Saxon countries and that explains their high quality of detective novels.

Love flourishes in expectation. Expectation strolls through the spacious fields of Time towards Opportunity.

This, in fact, is the power of the imagination, which, combining the memory of gold with that of the mountain, can compose the idea of a golden mountain.

Because of lies, we can produce and invent a possible world.