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.

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.

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

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

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.

Knowledge of peace passes from country to country, like children's games, which are so much alike, everywhere.