The voice does go up in a poem. It is an address, even if it is to oneself.

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.

The search for happiness is one of the chief sources of unhappiness.

Imagination is a confident hope.

waiting for the time to be free ...i ask every die forgeting sometimes soon i will be free for ever ... dont hurry the death.

My punishment is greater than I can bear.

The truth is I suppose that a tour lays in a great stock of thought and spirits for the future; the fatigue and drawbacks of actual travelling are forgotten and a bright residuum remains.

Why are you measuring? This is how you block, delay, hinder, obstruct and deny his place in the life as a father.

I feel connected to that idea of wanting to belong to something, to have a sense of purpose as a man on the planet.

I think that the majority of messages are validating messages to confirm the survival of conscious. And many times that validation message is negative or sad.

Mechanical wings allow us to fly, but it is with our minds that we make the sky ours

The worst part of getting close to someone is the part when you have to miss them.