I've been to Asia, but I'd love to go to Thailand. I'd love to go to some rural areas in China.

Poetry is a lyrical insinuation. Often, its melodic subtlety kisses the subconscious mind.

In the end we're all searching for our home, that one place where we belong.

There's a condensed softness about the Albanian people, and I've witnessed examples of their hospitality.

I feel every medium of art needs to heal to some degree. It can't live in it's own void, and this came from my earliest experiences as a young refugee.

I love making pizza with cauliflower dough. Again, can't taste the difference once you add enough ingredients.

We stalk the truth as poets, sensualists, a duality, limited insanity. We labor in our muse, carving alphabets of experience into our hearts.

As poets, our lamentations are glorious, filled with the virtues angles would learn to envy.

I would like my books to stand as a tool to unbind children from expectations of poetry because it should free the child to self-expression and exploration.

We have such a finite amount of hours on this planet, and there is just no excuse for living a mundane, predictable life in life.

Although I was calm as a child, I had this restlessness about me–this need and hunger to create my own world. Poetry filled that void, and its words fed that vital necessity of ownership.

you wanted it all to make senseand you wanted the most complicated answer, but the answer is simple.just be.

All the drugs in the world cannot adjust a subluxated vertebrae

What is literature compared with cooking? The one is shadow, the other is substance.

Some people are like popular songs that you only sing for a short time.

Nature imitates mathematics.

Coaches are sales people and change agents.

To be audacious with tact, you have to know to what point you can go too far.

What seems conceit, bad manners or cynicism is always a sign of things no ear have heard, no eyes have seen. You do not know what wars are going on down there where the spirit meets the bone.

The charity of good women is such that their 'love makes no parade'; they are not glad 'when others go wrong'; they are too busy serving to sit statusfully about, waiting to be offended.

The others wolves would devour me if they could know that my roar is, in reality, a crying.