There's a condensed softness about the Albanian people, and I've witnessed examples of their hospitality.

Sometimes I feel too transparent in my poetry, but that's what I think the beauty of poetry is, because as transparent as the author can be, it's usually only a reflection of what the reader can interpret, and based on their own personal experiences.

As poets, our lamentations are glorious, filled with the virtues angles would learn to envy.

Being as restless as I am by nature, I couldn't simply just be on set, wait for my turn to rehearse for the week. And I kept reading, but it wasn't enough for me.

My mom makes this amazing little snack that, to this day, I still think about. It's pita bread wrapped with melted butter, feta cheese, and cucumbers. That, to me, is still heaven. It's my childhood.

My experiences there truly defined who I am to this day as far as my humanitarian work because I was a refugee in Albania.

I've written and translated my own poems from English to German. It's basically a summation of my identity as it stands now.