Wings are freedom only when they are wide open in flight. On one's back they are a heavy weight.

In this most Christian of worlds all poets are Jews.

What is this gypsy passion for separation, this readiness to rush off when we've just met? My head rests in my hands as I realize, looking into the night that no one turning over our letters has yet understood how completely and how deeply faithless we are, which is to say: how true we are to ourselves.

However much you feed a wolf, it always looks to the forest. We are all wolves of the dense forest of Eternity.

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

One should write only those books from whose absence one suffers. In short: the ones you want on your own desk.

My favorite mode of communication is in the world beyond: a dream, to see in a dream. My second favorite is correspondence.