We Suffer From An Incurable Malady: Hope.

When A Writer Declares That His First Book Is His Best, That Is Bad. I Progress Successively From Book To Book.

The Importance Of Poetry Is Not Measured, Finally, By What The Poet Says But By How He Says It.

I Am From There. I Am From Here. I Am Not There And I Am Not Here. I Have Two Names, Which Meet And Part, And I Have Two Languages. I Forget Which Of Them I Dream In.

Nothing, Nothing Justifies Terrorism.

The Stars Had Only One Task: They Taught Me How To Read. They Taught Me I Had A Language In Heaven And Another Language On Earth.