“To create reality, a poet must first have the force to kill it. But instantly the fragments draw again together, in love with each other, seeking one another, coming together with desire, with the obscure presentiment of the new life to which they are destined. And the first real moment of creation in that tumultuous and fragmentary world is the moment when those fragments find a point, a centre around which they can press. It is then that the poet’s creation comes out from the unlimited, which makes it fluctuant, and takes on a definite form - it is then that it comes to birth.” -Marc Chagall