Poetry Is Not A Matter Of Feelings,

Translation Is The Art Of Failure.

What Is Life If Not The Shadow Of A Fleeting Dream?

A Narrator Should Not Supply Interpretations Of His Work; Otherwise He Would Have Not Written A Novel, Which Is A Machine For Generating Interpretations.

A Democratic Civilization Will Save Itself Only If It Makes The Language Of The Image Into A Stimulus For Critical Reflection - Not An Invitation For Hypnosis.

I Consider Always The Adult Life To Be The Continuous Retrieval Of Childhood.