When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past. When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it.
I’m old-fashioned and think that reading books is the most glorious pastime that humankind has yet devised.
Every beginning, after all, is nothing but a sequel, and the book of events is always open in the middle.
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems to the absurdity of not writing poems.
I usually write for the individual reader -though I would like to have many such readers. There are some poets who write for people assembled in big rooms, so they can live through something collectively. I prefer my reader to take my poem and have a one-on-one relationship with it.
It’s just not easy to explain to someone else what you don’t understand yourself.
Let the people who never find true love keep saying that there’s no such thing. Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.
Any knowledge that doesn’t lead to new questions quickly dies out: it fails to maintain the temperature required for sustaining life.
At the very beginning of my creative life I loved humanity. I wanted to do something good for mankind. Soon I understood that it isn’t possible to save mankind.
All is mine but nothing owned, nothing owned for memory, and mine only while I look.
No day copies yesterday, no two nights will teach what bliss is in precisely the same way, with precisely the same kisses.
I don’t know the role I’m playing. I only know it’s mine, non-convertible.
I like being near the top of a mountain. One can’t get lost here.
Even boredom should be described with gusto. How many things are happening on a day when nothing happens?
Such certainty is beautiful, but uncertainty is more beautiful still.
I am who I am. A coincidence no less unthinkable than any other.