“Men will clutch at illusions when they have nothing else to hold to.”

We have become indifferent to content, and react, not even to form, but to technique, to technical efficiency itself.

The history of my stupidity would fill many volumes.

I was left behind with the immensity of existing things. A sponge, suffering because it cannot saturate itself; a river, suffering because reflections of clouds and trees are not clouds and trees.

Be young forever, seasons of the earth.

Language is the only homeland.

Do you know how it is when one wakes at night suddenly and asks, listening to the pounding heart: what more do you want, insatiable?

All was taken away from you: white dresses, wings, even existence.

For a country without a past is nothing, a word That, hardly spoken, loses its meaning, A perishable wall destroyed by flame, An echo of animal emotions.

The revolt against one’s environment is usually ‘shame’ of one’s environment.

The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors, and invisible guests come in and out at will.

I liked beaches, swimming pools, and clinics for there they were the bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh. I pitied them and myself, but this will not protect me. The word and the thought are over.

I have no wisdom, no skills, and no faith but I received strength, it tears the world apart. I shall break, a heavy wave, against its shores and a young wave will cover my trace.

You who think of us: they lived only in delusion, Know that we the People of the Book, will never die!

Poetry is news brought to the mountains by a unicorn and an echo.

The living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them.

At every sunrise I renounce the doubts of night and greet the new day of a most precious delusion.

Law is a silvery web that lets the big flies pass and catches all the small ones.

I want to catch snowflakes on your tongue.

The day you catch an idea you fall in love with, even a small one, is a beautiful day.

It is only too easy to catch people’s attention by doing something worse than anyone else has dared to do it before.

Nature won’t be summoned to order and won’t be kept waiting. It must be caught, well caught.

The more you push to get close to me, the more I’ll withdraw. You’ll never catch me. Not if I don’t want to be caught.

If something catches your attention, it’s probably going to catch the attention of others, too.

It’s not worth moving heaven and earth, spending billions of dollars just trying to catch one person.