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

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

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

What are you going to do now? You'll collect loves like stamps. You've got doubles and no one will trade with you. And you've got damaged ones.

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.