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.

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

Even if a poet writes about sitting in a glass house drinking tea, it reflects politics.

It was not an adventure; it was my life.

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

The reason a poet is a poet is to write poems, not to advertise himself as a poet.

Jerusalem is a port city on the shore of eternity.