Even the one moment that you thought was your eternity fades out and is forgotten and dies.

Now I no longer wish to be loved, beautiful, happy or successful. I want one thing and one thing only - to be left alone.

No past to make us sentimental, no future to embarrass us...a difficult moment when you are out of practice - a moment that makes you go cold, cold and wary.

I am empty of everything. I am empty of everything but the thin, frail ghosts in my room.

And then the days came when I was alone.

I want more of this feeling - fire and wings.

I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every night. I've had enough of thinking, enough of remembering.

Quite alone. No voice, no touch, no hand....How long must I lie here? For ever? No, only for a couple of hundred years this time, miss....

May you tear each other to bits, you damned hyenas, and the quicker the better. Let it be destroyed. Let it happen. Let it end, this cold insanity.

If you love someone so much in your life, Then they will surely hurt & destroy you from Inside..!!

Poetry translation is like playing a piano sonata on a trombone.

When someone tells me that 'the Almighty told me to do this', I want to see the transcript.

Perhaps despair is the only human sin.

I think what we need is to understand each other much more, especially with the whole world right now.

I think that the best literature has a core that you can't lock to a time or place but that can generate lots of meanings and translations.

That's an astonishment that we're waiting to find out what the [Donald Trump] policy is, that was the central plank, the central rationale for his candidacy.

I'm not a things person. I'm not attached to my things.

I'll keep waiting because I'm a young man. I'm not as old as they think.

Most criminals are not born; they are made.... What the State really punishes in a criminal is often its own neglect, its own failure to do its duty to the citizen.