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

It was not an adventure; it was my life.

Behind all this, some great happiness is hiding.

I try to stay a civilian, to live as a human, not as a poet.

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

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

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