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.

It was not an adventure; it was my life.

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.

My poems are political in the deeper sense of the word. Political means to live in your time, to be a man of your time.

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

I think the end is endless. It's either a big black hole or a big white light or both together. But it's totally meaningless, because even if someone would explain it, I wouldn't understand it.

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