My cradle was a shoe.

Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

From what we cannot hold the stars are made.

Your absence has gone through me

come back believer in shade believer in silence and elegance believer in ferns believer in patience believer in the rain

On the last day of the world I would want to plant a tree

We are asleep with compasses in our hands.

I say to my breath once again, little breath come from in front of me, go away behind me, row me quietly now, as far as you can, for I am an abyss that I am trying to cross.

Poetry is a way of looking at the world for the first time.

The story of each stone leads back to a mountain.

Now all my teachers are dead except silence.

When you face tests and persecution don’t complain, but remember that everything works together for good for those who love God

A word carries far, very far, deals destruction through time as the bullets go flying through space.

I fly economy. I do often fly first class, but I don't travel with a posse, or bodyguard, or an assistant.

Some people go to priests others to poetry I to my friends.

I'd wear clogs, short pants and ladies' bracelets. I created this aura for myself.

I think it may be even a bigger story than the internet. You know, it's like saying, 'how big a deal is the internet?' The Chinese middle-class is going to change the world.

the Lord does not so much look at the work that is done, as at the faithfulness of our hearts in doing it.

Depression is the most extreme form of vanity.

What is life worth without trials and tribulations which are the salt of life.