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

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.

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.

Here (Jerusalem), tears do not weaken the eyes, they only polish and shine the hardness of faces like stone.

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

Love is like a reservoir of kindness and pleasure, like silos and pools during a siege.

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.