There's something in life that's a curtain, and I keep trying to raise it.

Before we can leave our parents, they stuff our heads like the suitcases which they jam-pack with homemade underwear.

Let my life as Poet begin. I want the life of the Poet. I have labored for over twelve years, one thousand pages of prose. Now, I want the easiness of poetry. The brevity of the poem.

In a time of destruction, create something: a poem, a parade, a community, a school, a vow, a moral principle; one peaceful moment.

I do not believe in old age. I do not believe in getting tired.

I learned to make my mind large, as the universe is large, so that there is room for paradoxes.

We seem to be always on cusps. Women come out of the burkah, the niqab, purdah, the closet, then go back in again. Of course, what we need do is to value the happy freedom of all beings.