A man who for an entire week does nothing but hit himself over the head has little reason to be proud.

I see a poem as a multi-coloured strip behind peeling plaster, in separate, shining fragments.

A writer should not run around with a mirror for his countrymen; he should tell his society and his times things no one ever thought before.

The twentieth century had dispensed with the formal declaration of war and introduced the fifth column, sabotage, cold war, and war by proxy, but that was only the begining. Summit meetings for disarmament pursued mutual understanding and a balance of power but were also held to learn the strengths and weaknesses of the enemy. The world of the war-or-peace alternative became a world in which war was peace and peace war.

You believe by doubting and you doubt by believing; yet this state too is not the final one.

Of the two powers, the two categories that take possession of us when we enter the world (from where?), space is by far the less mysterious. It, too, undergoes transformations. Time, on the other hand, is a hostile element, truly treacherous, I would even say against human nature.

The horse respects and obeys man because its large eyes magnify everything, so man appears much larger than the horse itself.