Perhaps my whisper was already born before my lips.

The people need poetry that will be their own secret To keep them awake forever, And bathe them in the bright-haired wave of its breathing.

Perhaps the whisper was born before lips, And the leaves in treelessness circled and flew, And those, to whom we impart our experience as bliss, Acquire their forms before we do

My turn shall also come: I sense the spreading of a wing.

Where to start? Everything cracks and shakes, The air trembles with similes, No one world's better than another; the earth moans with metaphors.

Only in Russia poetry is respected - it gets people killed.

Poetry is the plough that turns up time in such a way that the abyssal strata of time, its black earth, appear on the surface.

I love my poor earth because I have seen no other.

Logic is the kingdom of the unexpected. To think logically means to be continually amazed.

I was stopped in the dense Soviet wood by bandits who called themselves my judges.

A raznochinets needs no memory—it is enough for him to tell of the books he has read, and his biography is done.

How much you love yourself will define how much others will love you.

I feel the older I get, the more I'm learning to handle life. Being on this quest for a long time, it's all about finding yourself.

Performing is an experience, for me, that is as humbling as it is energizing.

Now Congress learns that the Veterans Administration failed to provide complete, accurate information on the money it needs for both this year and next year.

I still sing on bits and pieces. Singing's something that I love to do, but it's not something that I pursue as a career.

Sometimes holding on was all you could do.

I saw my parents as gods whose every wish must be obeyed or I would suffer the penalty of anguish and guilt.

The gifts of nature are infinite in their variety, and mind differs from mind almost as much as body from body.

Will you say England belongs to other nationals because they are there in largenumbers?

It cannot be too often repeated, that truth scorns the assistance of miracle.