“Your love taught me to grieveand I have been needing, for centuriesa woman to make me grievefor a woman, to cry upon her armslike a sparrowfor a woman to gather my pieceslike shards of broken crystal”

“When a man is in love how can he use old words? Should a woman desiring her lover lie down with grammarians and linguists? I said nothing to the woman I loved but gathered love's adjectives into a suitcase and fled from all languages.”

“My Master...Say all you wish of me.It does not matter to me:Shallow.. Stupid.. Crazy.. Simple minded.It does not concern me anymore.For whoever writes about her concerns.in the logic of Men is calleda stupid woman.and didn't I tell you in the beginningthat I am a stupid woman?”

“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”

“O Sultan, my master, if my clothes are ripped and torn it is because your dogs with claws are allowed to tear me.”

“In the summerI stretch out on the shoreAnd think of you. Had I told the seaWhat I felt for you,It would have left its shores,Its shells,Its fish,And followed me.”

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