In Russia all tyrants believe poets to be their worst enemies.

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.

One day posterity will remember these strange times, when ordinary common honesty was called courage.

Life is a rainbow which also includes black.

In my blood there is no Jewish blood. In their callous rage, all anti-Semites must hate me now as a Jew. For that reason I am a true Russian.

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.