“A poem by Margot Bickel A little peacewithin the last hours of the almost bygone daya little silencebetween the daysso that the nascent yesterday does not get in the pastand tomorrow is lived for today ”

“The wind sings of our nostalgiaand the starry sky ignores our dreams. Each snow flake is a tear that fails to trickleSilence is full of the unspoken,of deeds not performed, of confessions to secret love, and of wonders not expressed. Our truth is hidden in our silence, Yours and mine.”

“ساده است نوازش سگی ولگردشاهد آن بودن که چگونه زیر غلتکی می رودو گفتن که سگ من نبودساده است ستایش گلیچیدنش واز یاد بردنکه گلدان را آب باید دادساده است بهره جویی از انسانیدوست داشتن بی احساس عشقیاو را به خود وانهادن و گفتن که دیگر نمیشناسمشساده است لغزش های خود را شناختنبا دیگران زیستن به حساب ایشانو گفتن که من این چنینمساده استکه چگونه می زیمباری زیستنسخت ساده استو پیچیده نیز هم...ترجمه ی احمد شاملو”

“[Jean Harlow] 'Say - aren't you Margot Asquith?' (pronouncing the hard 't')[Margot Asquith] 'Yes Dear, But the 't' is silent, as in Harlow.”

“Love is when you lost a part of yourself because of an other person who captivates you. You loose a part of yourself but you get an other one.. the one the person offers to you. Love makes you weak but strong at the same time. Happy and melancholic. It puts you in a separate world and makes you feel invicible and so vulnerable at the same time. Love is life. Love brings the air in your lungs, puts the smile on your face, a scar on your heart and a soul in your body.”

“It is better to be divided by truth than united in error.”

“In just one moment I had emerged from a world of dark green, almost black, to a world of bright blue and light sunshine. It was what I imagined birth to be like.”