“ That which comes into the world to disturb nothing deserves neither respect nor patience. Rene Char
“ How did writing come to me? Like bird’s down on my windowpane, in winter. Just then there rose in the heart a struggle of firebrands, which has, still now, not ended. Rene Char
“ Desire, desire which knows, we draw no advantage from our shadows except from some veritable sovereignties accompanied by invisible flames, invisible chains, which, coming to light, step after step, c… Rene Char
