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 Copy Share Image
Why did I become a writer? A bird's feather on my windowpane in winter and all at once there arose in my heart a battle of embers never to subside again. — Rene Char Copy Share Image
A poet should leave traces of his passage, not proofs. Traces alone engender dreams. — Rene Char Copy Share Image
“In my land we don't question someone who has been touched deeply. There is no malign shadow over capsized boats.” — René Char Copy Share Image
Be gful to the man who cares nothing for your remorse. You are his equal. — Rene Char Copy Share Image
Imagination consists in expelling from reality several incomplete persons, and then using the magic and subversive powers of desire to bring them back in… — Rene Char Copy Share Image
“The poet advises: 'Read me. Read me again.' He does not always come away unscathed from his page, but like the poor, he knows… — René Char Copy Share Image
To be a poet is to have an appetite for a certain anxiety which, when tasted among the swirling sum of things existent or… — Rene Char Copy Share Image
“The poem is furious ascension; poetry, the game of arid riverbanks. I am a man of riverbanks – excavation and inflammation – not always… — René Char Copy Share Image
