I don't decide to represent anything except myself. But that self is full of collective memory.

We suffer from an incurable malady: Hope.

I wish I were a candle in the darkness.

Nothing is harder on the soul, than the smell of dreams, while they're evaporating.

The stars had only one task: they taught me how to read. They taught me I had a language in heaven and another language on earth.

I believe in the power of poetry, which gives me reasons to look ahead and identify a glint of light.

Against barbarity, poetry can resist only by confirming its attachment to human fragility like a blade of grass growing on a wall while armies march by.