“Destiny doesn’t exist. It’s God we need, and fast.”

I have no desire to dress up my poetry and make it fancy.

That’s my only concern. Everything else seems wrong.

I want the poem to be as true as humanly possible to the feeling that inspired it.

Suffering belongs to no language.

The world is changing. You must make your own life outside this home.

He who labors diligently need never despair.

Sadness flies away on the wings of time.

To all the mothers and the sisters and the wives and friends, I wanna offer my love and respect till the end.

If you want to have children, go to your wife and make new ones.” [Bashar] Assad’s people rebelled.

True or false, that never dies

When anger spreads through the breath, guard thy tongue from barking idly.

I think that one of the ways that Americans will come to want to look at history is by looking at their own families’ histories