At eighteen the heart shoots like a pebble from a slingshot and the head doesn't sit on the shoulder.

Where are the beginnings, the endings, and most important, the middles?

Human history is the sad result of each one looking out for himself.

Time is born in the eyes, everybody knows that.

The evolution from happiness to habit is one of death's best weapons.

Memory is a mirror that scandalously lies.

Only by living absurdly is it possible to break out of this infinite absurdity.

Come sleep with me: We won't make Love,Love will make us.

Only in dreams, in poetry, in play do we sometimes arrive at what we were before we were this thing that, who knows, we are.

In quoting others, we cite ourselves.

And don't forget, a prisoner's wife must always think good thoughts.

At eighteen you sleep without memories.

At eighteen you don't think about memories, you tell them.

The life of man is long, perhaps longer than necessary Or perhaps it is shorter than necessary?

I'm only seven, although I died In Hiroshima long ago, I'm seven now as I was then - When children die, they do not grow.

We can only reach our goal amid bloodletting

My country or the stars Or my youth, what's farthest?

Loneliness feels like prison.

When the light of the star which flows into my eyes as a drop of gold first pierced the darkness in space, there was not a single eye on earth looking at the sky.