« When I work as a critic or historian, my gaze covers a given period, it tries to explain the successive phases, the accidents, the facts perhaps of which I was witness. As honestly as possible, my memory will be put to contribution.
In the poetic and plastic work, I am nowhere and of no time. Rather, I am outside the century (I am always quite subjected to it) and I do not take into account the achievements or the lessons of the past. Only that which deafens from me, from the depths of me, without any other reason than to deafen, has the word. And this language, when it is authentic, has no relation with any other. To understand it, I must learn it myself. It is a projection of my whole being which can only be explained by its physical affirmation perhaps. I love equally my two activities, my two natures. I can never separate myself from one to favor the other.»