Like forearm veins, my interests spread in different directions and eventually led to the hands, to writing.

The words he said, too, must be human enough to bleed.

A poet could kill the dead.

Poets, like fighters, both reap the benefits of roadwork.

I’ve learned to fall like the BJJ player, to protect the body through controlling the distribution of force by slapping the mat with hands open. With hands open. Hands open. Open. O Pen.

Stories do not change, only the lives they live in do.

If pain is a pot of boiling water, humor can be the rising steam.

It’s cool when fashion recycles itself, it’s not cool when sustainable living does because it means there was (and is as I write) a period of absolute and possibly irreversible destruction.

Fights begin and end with handshakes.

How can I stand before you in silent symbols with open palms?

The more inhuman we became the more we understood each other as humans.

Fine! I'll throw on some clothes. Turn around. I'm in my pj's""I'm a guy. That's like asking a kid not to glance at the candy counter.

You don't learn to hold your own in the world by standing on guard but by attacking and getting well-hammered yourself.

Learn to think continentally.

Defy your own group. Rebel against yourself.

Always follow your dreams, don't let anyone tell you that you can't be something.

I go to the movies a lot, and I regret when I see some actor that I used to like, to find them offering no more surprises.

It's easier to criticize somebody else, than to see yourself.

Women should be obscene, not heard.

We cannot take credit for our record avancement in certain scientific fields alone. We have been helped, and we have been helped by the people of other worlds.

To benefit by others' killing and to delude oneself into the belief that one is being very religions and nonviolent is sheer self-deception.