Almost as a rule, political dissidents were writers.

Everything is much easier in the half-blind and half-deaf world of modern giants that seduce processions of the blind into the world of great emptiness. In their sky the stars shine and their names live in the parallel and independently of their work.

Names do not know how to sing, although they sometimes sound glorious.

Is my victory real, does the winner adorned with a laurel wreath ask this question? Do I deserve victory or did I steal it from someone who is more worthy of victory?

They forget that love is not a science but an inherent state of mind; they forget that sex is practiced by animals without textbooks and that it is not such a secret that requires a complete science, courses and special training. And so impotent, with artificial stars on the ceilings of their rooms, they become the main teachers on the way to the stars.

A versifier passes through the sound; sounds go through a poet.

Procreation annihilates eternity.

Life is only a flicker of melted ice.

Wherever there is somebody else, a war is not far away.

He did not profess to anybody how to reach others without professing.