A flock of sheep near the airport or a high voltage generator beside the orchard: these combinations open up my life like a wound, but they also heal it. That's why my feelings always come in twos.

There are two languages: one as things seem to us and the other of knowledge.

The phrase I like to use to describe my sense of time-a play on comparative literature - is comparative time.

My poems are political in the deeper sense of the word. Political means to live in your time, to be a man of your time.

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.