“I couldn't get to sleep. The book lay nearby. A thin object on the divan. So strange. Between two cardboard covers were noises, doors, howls, horses, people. All side by side, pressed tightly against one another. Boiled down to little black marks. Hair, eyes, voices, nails, legs, knocks on doors, walls, blood, beards, the sound of horseshoes, shouts. All docile, blindly obedient to the little black marks. The letters run in mad haste, now here, now there. The a's, f's, y's, k's all run. They gather together to create a horse or a hailstorm. They run again. Now they create a dagger, a night, a murder. Then streets, slamming doors, silence. Running and running. Never stopping.” ReadingBooks Book:Chronicle in Stone Source: Chronicle in Stone
“ajzat ishin te bardha si endrra e mengjesit por fatkeqesisht , po aq te pakapshme si endrra.” DreamFemaleNationAlbanian Book:The Siege Source: The Siege
“Ndarja Ne Stacion Ty dhe lokomotiven ju tronditi nje psheretime e fundit perpara: qielli verior gri si keta binare qe s’piqen gjekundi ashtu s’do te piqemi me kurre une e ti.” Parallel Lines Book:Poèmes Source: Poèmes
“For in the nocturnal realm of sleep are to be found both the light and the darkness of humanity, its honey and its poison, its greatness and its vulnerability.” SleepDreams Book:The Palace of Dreams Source: The Palace of Dreams