As poets, our lamentations are glorious, filled with the virtues angles would learn to envy.

I've been to Asia, but I'd love to go to Thailand. I'd love to go to some rural areas in China.

Poetry is a lyrical insinuation. Often, its melodic subtlety kisses the subconscious mind.

In the end we're all searching for our home, that one place where we belong.

There's a condensed softness about the Albanian people, and I've witnessed examples of their hospitality.

I feel every medium of art needs to heal to some degree. It can't live in it's own void, and this came from my earliest experiences as a young refugee.

I love making pizza with cauliflower dough. Again, can't taste the difference once you add enough ingredients.

We stalk the truth as poets, sensualists, a duality, limited insanity. We labor in our muse, carving alphabets of experience into our hearts.

I would like my books to stand as a tool to unbind children from expectations of poetry because it should free the child to self-expression and exploration.

We have such a finite amount of hours on this planet, and there is just no excuse for living a mundane, predictable life in life.

Although I was calm as a child, I had this restlessness about me–this need and hunger to create my own world. Poetry filled that void, and its words fed that vital necessity of ownership.

Rediscovering our own miraculousness is the most important, valuable, world-peacing, beauty-spreading, kind, and generous thing we can do.

It occurred to me that if I were a ghost, this ambiance was what I'd miss most: the ordinary, day-to-day bustle of the living. Ghosts long, I'm sure, for the stupidest, most unremarkable things.

There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.

The avarice of mankind is insatiable.

If I were a serial killer, I would not be the kind that stabs and then eats the victim. I would be the kind that hides in a tree and shoots at the aerobics class.

Singing is like going to a party at someone else's house. Acting is like having the party at your own house.

The appointing power of the Pope is treated as a public trust, and not as a personal perquisite.

Peace is not merely an absence of war. It is also a state of mind.

The deadliest foe of democracy is not autocracy but liberty frenzied.

The history of our spiritual life is a continuing search for the unity between ourselves and the world.