Reality is a staircase going neither up nor down. We don't move, today is today, always is today.

Poetry is memory becomes image, and image becomes voice.

A garden is not a place: it is a passage, a passion. We don't know where we're going; to pass through is enough; to pass through is to remain.

Surrealism is not a school of poetry but a movement of liberation... A way of rediscovering the language of innocence, a renewal of the primordial pact, poetry is the basic text, the foundation of the human order. Surrealism is revolutionary because it is a return to the beginning of all beginnings.

When a society decays, it is language that is first to become gangrenous. As a result, social criticism begins with grammar and the re-establishing of meanings.

Art is an invention of aesthetics, which in turn is an invention of philosophers. What we call art is a game.

Literature is the expression of a feeling of deprivation, a recourse against a sense of something missing.

Self-discovery is above all the realization that we are alone: it is the opening of an impalpable, transparent wall - that of our consciousness - between the world and ourselves.

Wisdom lies neither in fixity nor in change, but in the dialectic between the two. A constant coming and going: wisdom lies in the momentary.

It is not proper to project our feelings onto things or to attribute our own sensations and passions to them. Can it also be improper to see in them a guide, a way of life?