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.

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

God has pity on kindergarten children

Every intelligent person, whether hes an artist or not - a mathematician, a doctor, a scientist - possesses a poetic way of seeing and describing the world.

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

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

The world of religion isn't a logical world; that's why children like it. It's a world of worked-out fantasies, very similar to children's stories or fairy tales.