I don't consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.

I am not the one who loves - It's love that chooses me. When hatred with his package comes, you forbid delivery...

I can work on a verse for a very long time before realising it's not any good and then, and only then, can I discard it.

The winter has not killed usagain!

We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made. In love we disappear.

And clenching your fist for the ones like us Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty.

Growing old becomes clear to you at a certain point. I think it's after the age of 70 you realize - you begin to actually be convinced - you're growing older.