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

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

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

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.

Tonight I think again of many days that are sacrificed for one night of love. Of the waste and the fruit of the waste, of plenty and of fire. And how painlessly-time.

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

I’ve never been in those places where I’ve never been and never will be, I have no share in the infinity of light-years and dark-years, but the darkness is mine, and the light, and my time is my own.