Yes, I read. I have that absurd habit. I like beautiful poems, moving poetry, and all the beyond of that poetry. I am extraordinarily sensitive to those poor, marvelous words left in our dark night by a few men I never knew.

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Light is meaningful only in relation to darkness, and truth presupposes error. It is these mingled opposites which people our life, which make it pungent, intoxicating. We only exist in terms of this conflict, in the zone where black and white clash.

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What on earth is modern exegesis up to? Oh, little lazy one! Some red wine and up! Off you go, brandishing your fork, stripped of Ophelia's useless ornaments, fire in your large nostrils, out to rake the muck of metaphors.

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We know that the nature of genius is to provide idiots with ideas twenty years later.

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Geniuses are like ocean liners: they should never meet.

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Language was not given to man: he seized it.

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There are strange flowers of reason to match each error of the senses.

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There are strange flowers of reason to match each error of the senses. Admirable gardens of absurd beliefs, forebodings, obsessions and frenzies. Unknown, ever-changing gods take shape there.

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Reality is the apparent absence of contradiction. The marvelous is the eruption of contradiction within the real.

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The painting of tomorrow will use the photographic eye as it has used the human eye.

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