“And look, my brother, we learned to talkvery quietly and simply.We understand each other now - there is no need for anything more.And I say tomorrow we will become still simpler;we’ll find those words that take on the same weight in all hearts, on all lips so that we can call figs figs, and a trough a trough, so that others will smile and say: ‘We’re making you a hundred poems an hour’. This is what we want too.Because we do not sing to separate ourselves from people, my brother,we sing to bring people together.”

“All the words are not enough to get anything said.”

“I know that each one of us travels to love alone,alone to faith and to death.I know it. I’ve tried it. It doesn’t help.Let me come with you.”

“When there's a moon the shadows in the house grow larger;invisible hands draw back the curtains,a pallid finger writes forgotten words on dustof the piano...”

“Bu pencere yalnız.Bu yıldız yalnız,masada unutulmuş bir cıgara gibi -tüten, mavi mavi tüten, tek başına.Ben de yalnızım, diyor adam.Cıgaramı yakıyorum, içiyorum.Cıgara içip düşünüyorum. Yalnız değilim.”

“… the fisherman’s daughter grinding serenity in her coffee grinder.”

“قال لى: لا وقت لى، لا وقت لىأشجارمنازلجبالطيورأنهارأضواءفراشة شقراءنافذة مغطاة بستارة صغيرة بيضاءحصان حزين على جسر خشبىصبى بان الذهول على رموش عينيهكل هذا يومىء لى للحظةثم يتركنى فى منتهى الوحدةأعمىأصمعلى حافة العالم”