A phrase may come to me as I am walking, and, once I write it down in my journal, the rest of the poem will unravel from that catalyst.

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.

We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.

Dreaming men are haunted men.

Life is not lost by dying! Life is lost, Minute by minute, day by dragging day, In all the thousand, small, uncaring ways...

Remember that when you say "I will have non of this exile and this stranger for his face is not like my face and his speech is strange," you have denied America with that word.

Truth is a hard deer to hunt. If you eat too much truth at once, you might die of the truth.

Broad-streeted Richmond . . . The trees in the streets are old trees used to living with people, Family trees that remember your grandfather's name.

I have fallen in love with American names, the sharp, gaunt names that never get fat.

Honesty is as rare as a man without self-pity.

We thought we were done with these things but we were wrong. We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.

Five years back, I dreamed of me being what I am today.Five years later, I dream of me being what I am in future.Now, is the true version of me between my history and mystery....

Stay positive, stay strong, stay together and just keep going!

I laugh at those who think they can damage me. They do not know who I am, they do not know what I think, they cannot even touch the things which are really mine and with which I live.

- Some men think because they are afraid to do. - There is a difference between fear and caution.

I think there are movies that are so gigantic that you need a second unit

The longer it takes you to become successful, the harder it will be for somebody else to take it away from you.

I went to art school, I think it helped me a great deal because it taught me who I am.

I am a little boy but I am going to do something really big in times to come.

Rwanda is a democracy not a monarchy.

Where is [Ariel] Sharon who, planning to be one of the big heroes of Israel, became one of the killers, criminals, killing our small kids in Sabra and Chatila. Where is Alexander Haig?