Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
Silence moves faster when it's going backward.
I am a lie who always speaks the truth.
Poets don't draw. They unravel their handwriting and then tie it up again, but differently.
The worst fate of a poet is to be admired without being understood.
The poet never asks for admiration; he wants to be believed.
Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.
There are truths which one can only say after having won the right to say them.
After the writer's death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
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.
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