Who is the man who can speak to the strong?Where is the fool who can talk to the wise?Men who are dead now have learnt this long, Bitter is wisdom that fails when it tries.

For every poet it is always morning in the world; history a forgotten, insomniac night. The fate of poetry is to fall in love with the world in spite of history.

Break a vase, and the love that reassembles the fragments is stronger than that love which took its symmetry for granted when it was whole.

Summer for prose and lemons, for nakedness and languor.

Good science and good art are always about a condition of awe. I don't think there is any other function for the poet or the scientist in the human tribe but the astonishment of the soul.

The English language is nobody's special property. It is the property of the imagination: it is the property of the language itself.

The sigh of History rises over ruins, not over landscapes, and in the Antilles there are few ruins to sigh over, apart from the ruins of sugar estates and abandoned forts.

The future happens. No matter how much we scream.

Memory that yearns to join the centre, a limb remembering the body from which it has been severed, like those bamboo thighs of the god.

The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other’s welcome.

If you know what you are going to write when you're writing a poem, it's going to be average.

Cricket Bell.” I smiled into my phone. “How did you get so wise?

Be like a duck, paddling and working very hard inside the water, but what everyone sees is a smiling and calm face.

Art has to offer something other than stylized despair.

Complete happiness can look so much like complete terror that it's hard to tell them apart.

All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain.

The fact is I'm very self-similar.

Training of female athletes is so new that the limits of female possibility are still unknown.

Rap - so many words, so little said.

Maybe I could be friends with a ghost. I wouldn’t be able to kill him.

Each asana is like a piece of music that has a certain characteristic, a certain power.