Our enemies did not cross our borders They crept through our weaknesses like ants.

The female doesn't want a rich man or a handsome man or even a poet, she wants a man who understands her eyes if she gets sad, and points to his chest and say : 'Here is your home country.'

If you want to kill somebody, conquer his heart, Then leave slowly and leave them between death and madness.

A tragedy, when a mature mind and a romantic heart are in the same body.

My lover asks me: “What is the difference between me and the sky?” The difference, my love, Is that when you laugh, I forget about the sky

The most dangerous heart disease: strong memory

And the writing is still : to you, with you, about you, because of you and for you.

Days will pass, and you’ll abandon things you were addicted to, and leave someone, and cancel a dream, and finally, accept a reality.

Because my love for you is beyond words, I decided to shut up.

Before you came the world was prose. Now poetry is born.

There are some people that we didn't forget, but we don't smile any more when they're mentioned.

In fact, I'd just like to own something. Everyone thinks I'm glamorous, rich and famous but all I've got is some recording equipment and a battered old BMW.

If you are worried about what people think of you, you should go into politics. Real actors take chances.

Our nation's children are our greatest asset and our most precious treasure.

My feelings are those of a schoolboy getting in sight of the holidays. Or more seriously, my feelings are perhaps those of a matador who has decided not to enter the bull ring.

Virtue lies half way between two opposite vices.

I don't want to hear music, I don't want the sunrise to be pink. The world is a liar. Its ugliness is overwhelming; the scraps of beauty make it worse.

I'm not well-read, but when I read, I read well.

Kizzy wanted it all so bad her soul leaned half out of her body hungering after it, and that was what drove the goblins wild, her soul hanging out there like an untucked shirt.

What a man notices first about a woman is whether she notices him.

Tonight I think again of many days that are sacrificed for one night of love. Of the waste and the fruit of the waste, of plenty and of fire. And how painlessly-time.