Our children, my love are little ghosts I hear them laughing in the garden I listen to them playing in the empty room the little ghosts the children we never had and those we'll never have.

The only form of action open to a child is to break something or strike someone, its mother or another child; it cannot cause things to happen in the world.

The period of childhood is a stage on which time and space become entangled.

I have all that I lost and I go carrying my childhood like a favorite flower that perfumes my hand.

I do not love him because he is good, but because he is my little child.

For whose sake does it exist? For the sake of the little ones Of all places, of all times ...