I don't write any more poems. I make poems that I recite to myself, which I taste, which I play with. I feel no need to communicate them to anyone, even to people I like a lot. I don't write them down. It's so good to daydream, to stammer around something which remains a secret for oneself. It's a sin of gluttony.
Blaise Cendrars • Writers At Work: The Paris Review Interviews, Third Series












