God has pity on kindergarten children

From the place where we are right, flowers will not grow in the spring.

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

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

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

The memory of my father is wrapped up in white paper, like sandwiches taken for a day of work. Just as a magician takes towers and rabbits out of his hat, he drew love from his small body.

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.