Poetry Is What Makes The

I Don't For A Minute Think That Hitler Is Like Joan Of Arc. But I Think That At That Deep Level Of Tropisms, Hitler Or Stalin Must Have Experienced The Same Tropisms As Anyone Else.

Suspicion Is One Of The Morbid Reactions By Which An Organism Defends Itself And Seeks Another Equilibrium.

I Have Often Heard That The Novel Is Dead. But I See Novels Produced, I Don't Know How Many A Week, In France. I Have The Impression It's Carrying Along Quite Well.

Poetry Is What Makes The Invisible Appear.

It's A Question Of Not Copying The Masters, To Look For Something, Good Or Bad, For Oneself. To Enter This Liberated State Of Mind, One Cannot Copy The Others.