The worst tragedy for a poet is to be admired through being misunderstood.
— Jean Cocteau
Silence moves faster when it's going backward.
Art produces ugly things which frequently become more beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become ugly with time.
The poet doesn't invent. He listens.
Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.
I believe in luck: how else can you explain the success of those you dislike?
The instinct of nearly all societies is to lock up anybody who is truly free. First, society begins by trying to beat you up. If this fails, they try to poison you. If this fails too, the finish by loading honors on your head.
