Everything I do, I do on the principle of Russian borscht. You can throw everything into it beets, carrots, cabbage, onions, everything you want. What's important is the result, the taste of the borscht.

Ever since then I have known that if all the values in this world are more or less questionable, the most important thing in life is kindness.

Life is a rainbow which also includes black.

In any man who dies there dies with him his first snow and kiss and fight... Not people die but worlds die in them.

He watched through a crack inside just pretending to be dead he wanted to fix each pallbearer in his memory . . . it seems to me a telephone was installed in the coffin to someone yet again Stalin is sending his instructions.

Poetry is like a bird, it ignores all frontiers.

Give me a mystery - just a plain and simple one - a mystery which is diffidence and silence, a slim little bare-foot mystery: give me a mystery - just one!