The main thing in one's own private world is to try to laugh as much as you cry.

I don't trust any revolution where love is not allowed.

We allow our ignorance to prevail upon us and make us think we can survive alone, alone in patches, alone in groups, alone in races, even alone in genders.

The thorn from the bush one has planted, nourished and pruned pricks more deeply and draws more blood.

Cooking certain dishes, like roast pork, reminds me of my mother.

This is a wonderful day, I have never seen this one before.

The subject of the poem usually dictates the rhythm or the rhyme and its form. Sometimes, when you finish the poem and you think the poem is finished, the poem says, "You're not finished with me yet," and you have to go back and revise, and you may have another poem altogether. It has its own life to live.