Against barbarity, poetry can resist only by confirming its attachment to human fragility like a blade of grass growing on a wall while armies march by.

And you became like coffee, in the deliciousness, and the bitterness, and the addiction.

Nothing is harder on the soul, than the smell of dreams, while they're evaporating.

I am from there. I am from here. I am not there and I am not here. I have two names, which meet and part, and I have two languages. I forget which of them I dream in.

If the Olive Trees knew the hands that planted them, Their Oil would become Tears.

A person can only be born in one place. However, he may die several times elsewhere: in the exiles and prisons, and in a homeland transformed by the occupation and oppression into a nightmare.

And I tell myself, a moon will rise from my darkness.

We are captives of what we love, what we desire, and what we are.

We suffer from an incurable malady: Hope.

If you live, live free or die like the trees, standing up.

Standing here, staying here, permanent here, eternal here, and we have one goal, one, one: to be.

You can't copy anybody and end with anything. If you copy, it means you're working without any real feeling. No two people on earth are alike, and it's got to be that way in music or it isn't music.

He's a chip o' th' old block.

Epic poetry exhibits life in some great symbolic attitude. It cannot strictly be said to symbolize life itself, but always some manner of life.

I learned to dream through reading, learned to create dreams through writing, and learned to develop dreamers through teaching. I shall always be a dreamer. Come dream with me.

Twas the night before Thanksgiving.

You have to be confident, but there are no easy at bats. There are no lay ups; there is no wide open pass. There is a guy on the mound who is trying to feed his family.

You know, I've had an incredible career and I'm blessed.

I'm the worst ad anyone could possibly be for abstaining from anything.

The way things are going, we are not too far from the day when it will take an hour's labor just to pay for the gasoline to get to the job.

...the taste of the finely-worded truth rolled upon the tongue as its thought is revolved in the mind.