“Everything in the world exists in order to end up as a book.”

“The flesh is sad, alas, and I have read all the books.”

“Everything that is sacred and that wishes to remain so must envelop itself in mystery.”

“A soul trembling to sit by a hearth so bright,To exist again, it’s enough if I borrow from Your lips the breath of my name you murmur all night.”

“A roll of the dice will never abolish chance.”

“I should point out, creating one's own style, as much as is required to illustrate one of the aspects, the golden seam of language, involves beginning again at once, in a different manner, adopting the guise of a pupil when one risked becoming pedantic - thus by a shrugging of one's shoulders, disconcerting some with their genuflecting stance, and immortalizing oneself in multiple, impersonal, or even anonymous forms in response to the gesture of arms raised in stupefaction.”

“To define is to kill. To suggest is to create.”