After an age of leaves and feathers someone dead thought of the mountain as money and cut the trees that were here and the wind and the rain at night. It is hard to say it.

Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

From what we cannot hold the stars are made.

Your absence has gone through me

come back believer in shade believer in silence and elegance believer in ferns believer in patience believer in the rain

On the last day of the world I would want to plant a tree

We are asleep with compasses in our hands.

I say to my breath once again, little breath come from in front of me, go away behind me, row me quietly now, as far as you can, for I am an abyss that I am trying to cross.

Poetry is a way of looking at the world for the first time.

The story of each stone leads back to a mountain.

Now all my teachers are dead except silence.

These were innocent people, so innocent that they thought poverty a crime that wealth would allow them to forget. --- from the notebooks of Celal Salik

The same men who are placing all these outrageous restrictions on women’s freedoms in southern Somalia – that type of mentality – that’s what I had to deal with in captivity.

Emulation admires and strives to imitate great actions; envy is only moved to malice.

The problem with the bronco is to get on and stay on. This is the problem with the Golden Rule-to understand and apply

I think after a few years and working on so many projects, you don't get jaded but the level of your expectations is minimal, especially the way the music industry is today.

We look at each other for a moment and for once I feel awkward. It's not that I'm not into humility; I've just never had to practise it.

There is a vast difference between failure and temporary defeat.

I will not play at tug o' war, I'd rather play at hug o' war

I always thought Johnny Carson was just brilliant, and I used to watch him and all the comics that would be on the show every night - and I'd dream about it being me.

The immature man wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mature man wants to live humanely for one