When I’m in certain moods, a conversation will start up in my head, and suddenly I’ll realize that the language has reached a very high and interesting level, and then lines and stanzas will just kind of appear, full-blown.
I used to comfort myself with the idea of a book with serrated, detachable pages, so that you could read the thing the way it came and then shuffle the pages, like a giant deck of cards, and read the book in an entirely different order. It would be a different book, wouldn’t it? It would be one of infinite books.
Bread for myself is a material question. Bread for my neighbor is a spiritual one.
The end of science is not to prove a theory, but to improve mankind.
For about twenty years, if I managed to write ten or twelve poems in a year; I considered that a pretty successful year, but I wrote ‘The Beforelife’ within a year.
There are people who recall my father as a saint and a monster. I’m quite sure I will share the same fate.
The enslaving of the other is also the enslaving of the self.
I write and have done so primarily for personal pleasure.
Words are potent weapons for all causes, good or bad.
The poetic prose that most interests me is that of Henri Michaux.