Dream After Dream We All Lie In

Maybe There's A God Above But The Only Thing I Learned From Love Was How To Shoot At Somebody Who Outdrew You.

Follow Me, The Wise Man Said, But He Walked Behind.

Out Of The Thousands Who Are Known Or Who Want To Be Known As Poets, Maybe One Or Two Are Genuine And The Rest Are Fakes, Hanging Around The Sacred Precincts, Trying To Look Like The Real Thing.

It Is Different [to Perform In Israel] Because It Arises From Very Deep Wells Of Affiliation.

I Am Not The One Who Loves - It's Love That Chooses Me.