What cannot be said above all must not be silenced but written.

I always dream of a pen that would be a syringe.

I do not believe in pure idioms. I think there is naturally a desire, for whoever speaks or writes, to sign in an idiomatic, irreplaceable manner.

Actually, when I write, there is a feeling of necessity, of something that is stronger than myself that demands that I must write as I write.

The traditional statement about language is that it is in itself living, and that writing is the dead part of language.

I would like to write you so simply, so simply, so simply. Without having anything ever catch the eye, excepting yours alone, ... so that above all the language remains self-evidently secret, as if it were being invented at every step, and as if it were burning immediately