The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
Poets don't draw. They unravel their handwriting and then tie it up again, but differently.
When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work.
There are truths which one can only say after having won the right to say them.
The worst fate of a poet is to be admired without being understood.
Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
After the writer's death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
I am a lie who always speaks the truth.
Silence moves faster when it's going backward.
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