Meanings are translatable. Words are untranslatable… More briefly – a word is translatable, its sound is not.

In this most Christian of worlds all poets are Jews.

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

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

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.

And soon all of us will sleep under the earth, we who never let each other sleep above it.

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