And as we stray further from love, we multiply the words. Had we remained together we could have become a silence.

Behind all this, some great happiness is hiding.

I wanted to be calm, like a mound with all its cities destroyed, and tranquil, like a full cemetery.

What are you going to do now? You'll collect loves like stamps. You've got doubles and no one will trade with you. And you've got damaged ones.

Every intelligent person, whether hes an artist or not - a mathematician, a doctor, a scientist - possesses a poetic way of seeing and describing the world.

I've often said that all poetry is political. This is because real poems deal with a human response to reality and politics is part of reality, history in the making. Even if a poet writes about sitting in a glass house drinking tea, it reflects politics.

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