My desk, most loyal friend thank you. You've been with me on every road I've taken. My scar and my protection.

For the spell is older than experience. For the tale is older than the record.

Women talk about love and silent about lovers, men - on the contrary: Speaking of mistresses, but are silent about love.

My verses are my diary. My poetry is a poetry of proper names.

An amazing observation: it is precisely for feelings that one needs time, not for thought. ... Feelings, obviously, are more demanding than thought.

There are books so alive that you're always afraid that while you weren't reading, the book has gone and changed, has shifted like a river; while you went on living, it went on living too, and like a river moved on and moved away. No one has stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?

The one that burned the hottest is the first to die.