And I said to myself: That's true, hope needs to be like barbed wire to keep out despair, hope must be a mine field.

Here (Jerusalem), tears do not weaken the eyes, they only polish and shine the hardness of faces like stone.

From the place where we are right, flowers will not grow in the spring.

Love is like a reservoir of kindness and pleasure, like silos and pools during a siege.

The soul inside me is the last foreign language I'm learning.

I think the end is endless. It's either a big black hole or a big white light or both together. But it's totally meaningless, because even if someone would explain it, I wouldn't understand it.

Knowledge of peace passes from country to country, like children's games, which are so much alike, everywhere.