I've heard of translators collaborating closely with their authors, sometimes even living with them for a while, but that's not me.

Poetry either pulses with real life or it's just an aborted simulacra. There's no middle ground.

Fear knows no borders, and the terminology of hate has seeped into every aspect of life.

One cannot simply decide to write apolitical poetry, in the way one decides to drink lemonade instead of tea, it's far more subliminal than that.

Everyone wants to be open and inclusive, but nobody wants to pay for it. It's the biggest roadblock to translating living writers, especially poets.

I can't quite see the point of poems like "Wittgenstein Goes for a Walk with A Hawk in Sherwood Forest." I know they're trying to be clever, but they're not.

I don't like poems that invent memories, I have enough of my own.

As Trevor Noah recently quipped, the US appears ready to crown its first African dictator: Donald Trump.

The average political poem - especially the kind that wears this label all too proudly - is both dull and full of brow-beating triteness.

Most of us have been subjected to terrible political poetry at least once or twice in our lifetimes, and so we tend to shy away from it.

When it comes to the challenges of the actual process, I soldier on as best I can, on my own.

By one fact, the Self [Soul] is the creator [of new karma]. From another fact, the Self [Soul] is not the creator.

To understand history, ' Chacko said, 'we have to go inside and listen to what they're saying. And look at the books and the pictures on the wall. And smell the smells.

You want to move on, but to do that you have to let her go, and you don't want to let her go, so you don't move on.

I have squandered away my father's political legacy...My personal life is in a mess...Can I turn the tables? - Rhea Malviya

Speaking and listening are a form of psychic breathing.

A friend is one soul abiding in two bodies.

If I work incessantly to the last, nature owes me another form of existence when the present one collapses.

I want my job to include a little adventure, a little more of a heightened reality than what I'm actually living.

Dig deeply into the spring of love and partake of it. The supply is infinite.

To face life without hope can mean to live without despair.