I learnt all the words worthy of the court of blood So that I could break the rule I learnt all the words and broke them up To make a single word: Homeland.

History laughs at both the victim and the aggressor.

Nothing, nothing justifies terrorism.

Without hope we are lost.

Where can I free myself of the homeland in my body?

... For me it is essential, essential for the poet to have a new toast, new songs.

When I passed the age of 50, I learned how to control my emotions.