Home is that youthful region where a child is the only real living inhabitant. Parents, siblings, and neighbors are mysterious apparitions who come, go, and do strange unfathomable thing in and around the child, the region's only enfranchised citizen.

I speak a number of languages, but none are more beautiful to me than English.

If I'm the people's poet, then I ought to be in people's hands - and, I hope, in their heart.

My mother said I must always be intolerant of ignorance but understanding of illiteracy.

I keep hitting the escape button but I am still here!

I'm a spring leaf trembling in anticipation.

Don't face the day until you've faced God.