Fear knows no borders, and the terminology of hate has seeped into every aspect of life.

Poetry either pulses with real life or it's just an aborted simulacra. There's no middle ground.

One cannot simply decide to write apolitical poetry, in the way one decides to drink lemonade instead of tea, it's far more subliminal than that.

Everyone wants to be open and inclusive, but nobody wants to pay for it. It's the biggest roadblock to translating living writers, especially poets.

I've heard of translators collaborating closely with their authors, sometimes even living with them for a while, but that's not me.

I can't quite see the point of poems like "Wittgenstein Goes for a Walk with A Hawk in Sherwood Forest." I know they're trying to be clever, but they're not.

I don't like poems that invent memories, I have enough of my own.

As Trevor Noah recently quipped, the US appears ready to crown its first African dictator: Donald Trump.

The average political poem - especially the kind that wears this label all too proudly - is both dull and full of brow-beating triteness.

Most of us have been subjected to terrible political poetry at least once or twice in our lifetimes, and so we tend to shy away from it.

When it comes to the challenges of the actual process, I soldier on as best I can, on my own.

If you can place black where it suppose to be, you will see white and white is light.

Divine does not tempt us to see what's in our hearts, it tempts us so we could see what's in our hearts.

If the true spark of religious and civil liberty be kindled, it will burn.

A lot of times I just feel like this is not a special day, these are just clothes that I bought.

Real excellence and humility are not incompatible one with the other, on the contrary they are twin sisters.

We do not know. We can only guess.

Master of the universe is every man's potential insight, cosmic potential.

As a son of a man who pretended to be one thing for 33 years of my life and then was another thing, the questions of 'what is real' and 'what is not real' are very blurrily vivid to me.

You look at today, it's a different situation. You have a game that has been transformed into a game where almost every shot is either an outside shot - a three-point shot - or a dunk.

Of all the ways to lose a person, death is the kindest