Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.

In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.

The voice of passion is better than the voice of reason. The passionless cannot change history.

The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors, and invisible guests come in and out at will.

The soul exceeds its circumstances.

Not that I want to be a god or a hero. Just to change into a tree, grow for ages, not hurt anyone.

Consolation Calm down. Both your sins and your good deeds will be lost in oblivion.

Do not feel safe. The poet remembers. You can kill one, but another is born. The words are written down, the deed, the date.

The history of my stupidity would fill many volumes.

When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.

I am composed of contradictions, which is why poetry is a better form for me than philosophy

Dr Weiss, at forty, knew that her life had been ruined by literature

I could stand on my head and flick the bean right there at the dinner table and my mom would be all, "Honey, Christmas is family time, we should be together" and make me finish in front of everyone.

There is nothing very religious about feeling superior to those who don't share your views.

In the sense that I also try to reflect the fullness of the black experience, I’m very much a jazz poet.

It's a great start, but we have a tough group: we have big teams like Denmark, Armenia and Serbia, so starting here gives us a good opportunity to fight until the end.

If you are going to worship a guy who was crucified, don't expect life to be pop and Skittles.

Code should run as fast as necessary, but no faster; something important is always traded away to increase speed.

So I live among barbarous tribes, a stranger and exile for the love of God.

Without Mona, Hanna felt like a great outfit without matching accessories, a screw-driver that was all orange juice and no vodka, and an iPod without headphones. She just felt wrong.

I always thought it was both impious and unnatural that such immanity and bloody strife should reign among professors of one faith.