... For me it is essential, essential for the poet to have a new toast, new songs.

And you became like coffee, in the deliciousness, and the bitterness, and the addiction.

Nothing is harder on the soul, than the smell of dreams, while they're evaporating.

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.

If the Olive Trees knew the hands that planted them, Their Oil would become Tears.

A person can only be born in one place. However, he may die several times elsewhere: in the exiles and prisons, and in a homeland transformed by the occupation and oppression into a nightmare.

And I tell myself, a moon will rise from my darkness.

We are captives of what we love, what we desire, and what we are.

We suffer from an incurable malady: Hope.

If you live, live free or die like the trees, standing up.

Standing here, staying here, permanent here, eternal here, and we have one goal, one, one: to be.

Those who pray for your downfall are concentrating negative thoughts towards you, without taking cognisance of the slippery ground in which they are standing, which could lead to their downfall.

They tell me a revival is only temporary; so is a bath, but it does you good.

I respect all artists, just some more than the others. Because it's something that really needs to be done.

Do It Badly - But at Least Do It!

We may not be able to create or control all of the events that impact our lives but we can create and control our responses to everything that we experience.

This is unfortunately a world in which things find it difficult, frequently impossible, to live up to their names.

I get nervous calling myself an artist. I feel I'm more like an interpreter or a violinist, you know.

You should love literature. You should live in the library. Forget about films.

No score in the other game betwen top club and bottom club, Switzerland and Georgia.