The poet's spoken discourse often depends on a mystique, on the spiritual freedom that finds itself enslaved on earth.

Even a polemic has some justification if one considers that my own first poetic experiments began during a dictatorship and mark the origin of the Hermetic movement.

A poet clings to his own tradition and avoids internationalism.

The poet does not fear death, not because he believes in the fantasy of heroes, but because death constantly visits his thoughts and is thus an image of a serene dialogue.

The writer of stories or of novels settles on men and imitates them; he exhausts the possibilities of his characters.

War, I have always said, forces men to change their standards, regardless of whether their country has won or lost.

Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal but which the reader recognizes as his own.

Europeans know the importance of the Resistance; it has been the shining example of the modern conscience.

The antagonism between the poet and the politician has generally been evident in all cultures.

After the turbulence of death, moral principles and even religious proofs are called into question.

From the night, his solitude, the poet finds day and starts a diary that is lethal to the inert. The dark landscape yields a dialogue.

Our faith is built in the dark, in the valleys, and during the back-breaking battles in life.

Facts are always required to draw conclusions and make serious decisions.

The pauper is vulnerable to pride and pride is the destroyer of man's glory.

It's unconscionable to breed with the number of children who are starving to death in impoverished countries.

We are renters and borrowers and, in the end, only thieves.

They [sic] ain't gonna stop me from coming here, baby.

We're animals. We're violent. We're criminal. We're not so far away from the gorillas and the apes, those beautiful creatures.

If I wasn't a singer, I'd be a bloodclaat revolutionary.

Nobody ever recognizes themselves unless they are not the character. There are many people who have claimed to be in my books, but unfortunately they were usually people that I didn't know.

The world has raised its whip; where will it descend?