I've written and translated my own poems from English to German. It's basically a summation of my identity as it stands now.

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.

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

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.

People who are out of control desperately need to observe your healthy boundaries in-play to learn from your example.

The most fundamental change in people at this time was a weakening of their sense of individual identity

Just because you have power, doesn't mean you should use it, especially for the wrong reasons.

Two heads are better than one.

I was born and raised in East Los Angeles by a single mom who had three biological kids and adopted four more. I never met my dad.

The paintings are transferred from my computer to a disk, and I can hand it to the printer this way; or I can modem the painting to the printer over the phone lines from my house in Hawaii.

Well, one of the first things is to restore the rule of law, to place the government back under the cage of law. Another thing is to stop falling for the myth of democracy.

There's not a lot of towns that I can go to and take family - too many incongruous knocks on doors - "Hello, honey. Have you missed me?"

I think women in pop have been declawed and defanged, and they're just meant to look pretty and sing pretty.

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.