I am not sure if love is a salve or just a deeper kind of wound.

It is the nature of those books we call classics to wait patiently on the shelf for us to grow into them.

The hardest part is believing in yourself at the notebook stage. It is like believing in dreams in the morning.

I remember everything but forgive anyway.

I believe I belong to the last literary generation, the last generation, that is, for whom books are a religion.

Poetry is what we turn to in the most emotional moments of our life - when a beloved friend dies, when a baby is born or when we fall in love.

Having stopped expecting truth, we rarely get it.