The first thing we have to do is get rid of the pentameter. To ditch the pentameter.

For every poet it is always morning in the world; history a forgotten, insomniac night. The fate of poetry is to fall in love with the world in spite of history.

Break a vase, and the love that reassembles the fragments is stronger than that love which took its symmetry for granted when it was whole.

Summer for prose and lemons, for nakedness and languor.

Good science and good art are always about a condition of awe. I don't think there is any other function for the poet or the scientist in the human tribe but the astonishment of the soul.

The English language is nobody's special property. It is the property of the imagination: it is the property of the language itself.

The sigh of History rises over ruins, not over landscapes, and in the Antilles there are few ruins to sigh over, apart from the ruins of sugar estates and abandoned forts.

The future happens. No matter how much we scream.

Memory that yearns to join the centre, a limb remembering the body from which it has been severed, like those bamboo thighs of the god.

The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other’s welcome.

If you know what you are going to write when you're writing a poem, it's going to be average.

Creativity is in the heart of the dreamer.

The world, full of past sound, would be like the sky, full of past light. The world would be like the mind, for which there is no once.

Dad taught me everything I know. Unfortunately, he didn't teach me everything he knows.

There are those who say that revealed religion and organic evolution can be harmonized. This is both false and devilish.

Sometimes, when you’re sad you don’t know what to do, it helps to be angry. But then the tears come back again all the same, and you fall asleep with the salty taste of them on your lips.

Never trust a woman who doesn’t like to eat. She is probably lousy in bed.

Conflict tip: What comes out of someone else's mouth is a reflection of their heart ... not yours.

I do not want to choose which one of you I must love or hate. Here, I am free to do neither. I want no part of your bitterness.

Every opinion reacts on him who utters it.

Freedom always carries a burden of proof, always throws us back on ourselves.