Time is the metre, memory the only plot.

For every poet it is always morning in the world; history a forgotten, insomniac night. The fate of poetry is to fall in love with the world in spite of history.

Break a vase, and the love that reassembles the fragments is stronger than that love which took its symmetry for granted when it was whole.

Summer for prose and lemons, for nakedness and languor.

Good science and good art are always about a condition of awe. I don't think there is any other function for the poet or the scientist in the human tribe but the astonishment of the soul.

The English language is nobody's special property. It is the property of the imagination: it is the property of the language itself.

The sigh of History rises over ruins, not over landscapes, and in the Antilles there are few ruins to sigh over, apart from the ruins of sugar estates and abandoned forts.

The future happens. No matter how much we scream.

Memory that yearns to join the centre, a limb remembering the body from which it has been severed, like those bamboo thighs of the god.

The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other’s welcome.

If you know what you are going to write when you're writing a poem, it's going to be average.

Sitting on my bed with all these things I used to love but not loving them anymore, I just wanted to set them on fire. That's when I knew I was never going to be all right again.

Learning is crucial if you want to remain special and material

I want to make my mark, ' he says.But what target, I wonder, are you going to hit?

If you're not sure what to do with the ball, just pop it in the net and we'll discuss your options afterwards.

I've always viewed high-frequency trading as a tax on the rest of us.

Recent research has indicated that the average individual listens for only seventeen seconds before interrupting and interjecting his own ideas.

Treat your friends for what you know them to be. Regard no surfaces. Consider not what they did, but what they intended.

My working-class Italian-American parents didn't go to school, there were no books in the house.

If every decision would reflect our feelings as well as our reason, the world would be a better place to live.

I used to be a major people pleaser, but that way purgatory lies.