My children's books are written on the belief that every child has a talent and a passion. Each story unfolds into an adventure of nurturing that confidence until a passion blooms.

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.

Social context trumps reason and social context drives your behaviors with an influence akin to an invisible force. We naturally adapt our behaviors to the context.

My mouth was dry. Whispers carried on the wind as the maids around me bunched together in small groups, hysterical, morbid. I thought: who will clean the mess?

Art is an aspect of God and there is only one God, but different people see Him in different ways. Though He is always the same He doesn't always look the same.

Each man enters into God so much as God enters into him.

The dead are notoriously hard to satisfy.

Sudden love is latest cured.

The government, both state and federal, has a duty to be reasonable and accommodating.

Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I knew there was milk and toast and honey and a bowl of oranges, too.

I think writers are excited by stupidity and bad behavior, generally.

A child's attitude toward everything is an artist's attitude.