The phrase I like to use to describe my sense of time-a play on comparative literature - is comparative time.
The reason a poet is a poet is to write poems, not to advertise himself as a poet.
From the place where we are right, flowers will not grow in the spring.
There are two languages: one as things seem to us and the other of knowledge.
It was not an adventure; it was my life.
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.