I'm always telling my students that the weirdest thing is the truth. I mean, the fact that we get up in the morning and put on clothes is weird.

I'm always talking about how the poems I am most obsessed with are like people: complex and unknowable and with a huge capacity for many different emotions.

There's so much rage in the world now and I'm finding poems to be the place where I want to stay. I rage and rage and then write a poem and return to breathing.

I am not obsessing.I am just sitting hereperforating this post-itwith a push-pin.

People have done this before, but not us.

If we could light up the room with pain, we’d be such a glorious fire.

I'm thirty-five and remember all that I've done wrong.

Make a journey in such a way that it becomes the dream of others even long after you have gone!

The winds and waves are always on the side of the ablest navigators.

Happiness is the utilization of one's talents along lines of excellence.

Value people because of who they were deep down, not because of their names or their parents’ clout.

I think there can be incestuous love.

How short our happy days appear! How long the sorrowful!

Give form to the passing World. Freeways are a drama.

We do not need men and women from other planets to develop India. Our people, our youth are skilled.

It's... time to introduce scholarship programs that give students a choice, especially those who are locked into low-performing schools.

Truth never hurt the teller.