It was not an adventure; it was my life.

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.

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

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.

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

And as we stray further from love, we multiply the words. Had we remained together we could have become a silence.

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