Poetry is a tracing of the trajectories of a finite sound to the infinite points of its echoes.

I'll die propped up in bed trying to do a poem about America.

Back of every mistaken venture and defeat is the laughter of wisdom, if you listen.

Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your head.

To those who had ordered them to death, one of them said: “We die because the people are asleep and you will die because the people will awaken.”

Poetry is a kinetic arrangement of static syllables.

Our lives are like a candle in the wind.