I don't think it is always necessary to take up the anti-colonial -- or is it post-colonial? -- cudgels against English. What seems to me to be happening is that those people who were once colonized by the language are now rapidly remaking it, domesticating it, becoming more and more relaxed about the way they use it -- assisted by the English language's enormous flexibility and size, they are carving out large territories for themselves within its frontiers.

What kind of Christmas present would Jesus ask Santa for?

Ignorantly is how we all fall in love; for it is a kind of fall. Closing our eyes, we leap from that cliff in hope of a soft landing. Nor is it always soft; but still, without that leap nobody comes to life.

Sometimes, people trying to commit suicide manage it in a manner that leaves them breathless with astonishment.

Terror is glamour - not only, but also. I am firmly convinced that there's something like a fascination with death among suicide bombers.

The only way of living in a free society is to feel that you have the right to say and do stuff.

A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep.