“Instead of looking for the dream in reverie, people should look for reverie in the dream. There are calm beaches in the midst of nightmares.”

It is better to live in a state of impermanence than in one of finality.

He who ceases to learn cannot adequately teach.

There is no original truth, only original error.

Childhood lasts all through life.

We must listen to poets.

A book is a human fact; a great book like Seraphita gathers together numerous psychological elements. These elements become coherent through a sort of psychological beauty. It does the reader a service.

The spoken reverie of substances calls matter to birth, to life, to spirituality.

The words of the world want to make sentences.

The house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.

The great function of poetry is to give back to us the situations of our dreams.

Empirical description involves enslavement to the object by decreeing passivity on the part of the subject.

Childhood lasts all through life. It returns to animate broad sections of adult life… Poets will help us to find this living childhood within us, this permanent, durable immobile world.

Dreaming by the river, I dedicated my imagination to water, to clear, green water, the water that makes the meadows green.

To live life well is to express life poorly; if one expresses life too well, one is living it no longer.

The dream remains overloaded with the badly lived passions of daytime life. Solitude in the nocturnal dream is always a hostility. It is strange. It isn’t really our solitude.

Poetry is one of the destinies of speech… One would say that the poetic image, in its newness, opens a future to language.

There’s no nightmare you can’t wake yourself up from.

To exclude anything that appears in your universe is not love. Love joins with everything. It doesn’t exclude the monster. It doesn’t avoid the nightmare – it looks forward to it.

I am quite an early riser – I usually get up between 5.30 and 6am and take the dogs out.

I didn’t lose my virginity until I was 18 The first time was a nightmare. Who shows you how to use a condom?

I woke up once in the middle of the night, and Buckminster’s paws were on my eyelids. He must have been feeling my nightmares.

I am held in the arms of butterflies like kids who have to find a monster in their nightmare before they can return back to a dreamy state of love.

I’m every bourgeois nightmare – a Cockney with intelligence and a million dollars.

Turn your nightmares into your dreams , some dreams don’t turn out the way you want them to , then wake up and turn and turn it around in your favour.