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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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