The phrase I like to use to describe my sense of time-a play on comparative literature - is comparative time.

Jerusalem is a port city on the shore of eternity.

From the place where we are right, flowers will not grow in the spring.

The soul inside me is the last foreign language I'm learning.

Love is like a reservoir of kindness and pleasure, like silos and pools during a siege.

Behind all this, some great happiness is hiding.

And as we stray further from love, we multiply the words. Had we remained together we could have become a silence.

My poems are political in the deeper sense of the word. Political means to live in your time, to be a man of your time.

There are two languages: one as things seem to us and the other of knowledge.

It was not an adventure; it was my life.

I think the end is endless. It's either a big black hole or a big white light or both together. But it's totally meaningless, because even if someone would explain it, I wouldn't understand it.

There is no other solution to man's progress but the day's honest work the day's honest decisions the day's generous utterances and the day's good deed.

You don't have to be any more talented, any richer, any slimmer, any smarter, any more or less of anything to partner with God. All you have to be is willing to be used by him in everyday way

Hot funk, cold punk, even if it's old junk, it's still rock and roll to me.

I think there's a difference between a gamble and a calculated risk.

Would you trust him with your life, Halt?" Gilan interrupted, and Halt looked up at him. "Yes," he said quietly. Gilan patted his shoulder once more. "Then trust him with his own," he said simply.

I wasn't into the lunchbox and thermos ski slope, and that's where I was going.

Go courageously to God, along the way He has traced out for you, steadfastly embracing the means He offers you.

Future is an empty paper, but not absolutely empty; the shadows of the drawings of the past is there, on the paper!

People can live without a Facebook account: my 13-year-old daughter has cancelled her account because it's not cool anymore.

When you do not accept the insult some one casts on you, it goes back to the person who indulged in it first; a registered letter that is not accepted returns to the sender.