If you think you can grasp me, think again: my story flows in more than one direction, a delta springing from the river bed with its five fingers spread.

Pride is a tricky, glorious, double-edged feeling.

Poems are like dreams: in them you put what you don't know you know.

There is no simple formula for the relationship of art to justice...In the end, I don’t think we can separate art from overall human dignity and hope. My concern for my country is inextricable from my concerns as an artist.

Not biology, but ignorance of ourselves, has been the key to our powerlessness

Grief held back from the lips wears at the heart; the drop that refused to join the river dried up in the dust.

Poetry can add its grain to an accumulation of consciousness against the idea that there is no alternative - that we're just in the great flow of capitalism and it can never be any different - that this is human destiny, this is human nature.