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.

I wanted to be calm, like a mound with all its cities destroyed, and tranquil, like a full cemetery.

Even if a poet writes about sitting in a glass house drinking tea, it reflects politics.

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

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.

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.