So the freshness lives on in a lemon, in the sweet-smelling house of the rind, the proportions, arcane and acerb.

What can I say without touching the earth with my hands?

He who has nothing—it has been said many times—has nothing to lose but his chains.

Loving is a journey with water and with stars, with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour: loving is a clash of lightning-bolts and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey.

There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.

To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.

Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter.