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

In this most Christian of worlds all poets are Jews.

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.

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

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?

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

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.