In this most Christian of worlds all poets are Jews.

What shall I do, singer and first-born, in a world where the deepest black is grey, and inspiration is kept in a thermos? with all this immensity in a measured world?

What is the main thing in love? to know and to hide. To know about the one you love and to hide that you love. At times the hiding (shame) overpowers the knowing (passion). The passion for the hidden - the passion for the revealed.

In this most Christian of worlds all poets are Jews.

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

No one has ever stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?

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