“I don’t write poetry when I wish, I write when I can’t, when my larynx is flooded and my throat is shut.”

“I write in order to comprehend, not to express myself.”

“Letters of the condemned. Last words scratched on a cell’s wall. To write like that.”

“Poetry is a presentiment of the truth.”

“I returnedto confirmthere can be no return.”

“My poems are more my silence than my speech. Just as music is a kind of quiet. Sounds are needed only to unveil the various layers of silence.”

“No home anymore. Nowhere to return. My house is a ruin, a cemetery. You may yearn for the grave, but just try living there.”