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.

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

Any merchant who advertises 'Honest Scales' must have been thinking about weighing them.

Hunger also changes the world - when eating can't be a habit, then neither can seeing.

Reading Ngo Tu Lap's poems, terrible nostalgia wells up in me- nostalgia for a lost time and a far-gone country, nostalgia for people I've loved, and for creatures of forests and rivers. I feel gratitude too. War is over. Peace arrives with these beautiful poems.

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

You're too young to decide to live forever.