... the real heroes of race and culture would always be the people who stepped out of their own line to make a larger circle.

Being alive is a common road. It's what we notice makes us different.

When allowed to return to the class, your feelings of humility and lonesomeness will render you a much finer student and person.

Energy is everything. Rubbing happy and sad together creates energy.

If someday, in a morning, you see you, in a mirror or the dent of a spoon, and wonder Where is my soul and Where has it gone, remember this: Catch the gaze of a woman on the metro, subway, tram. Look at a man. Seek and you will find you in the silvered space, a flash between souls.

Poetry calls us to pause. There is so much we overlook, while the abundance around us continues to shimmer, on its own.

You know, those of us who leave our homes in the morning and expect to find them there when we go back - it's hard for us to understand what the experience of a refugee might be like.