“What is life is not dying each day in different ways.”

Being kind to others gives you inner strength.

Sometimes even against all odds, your heart asks you to BELIEVE and to clasp hope as firm as possible.

Not only the rainbows but the storms too appear in your sky in the divine timing.

Your heart deserves love, not emptiness.

Sometimes you yourself create storms in your rather calm sea.

Find your home in yourself.

Trying once more is the key to make even destiny sway.

Hardships make you glow.

Nothing happens all of a sudden, but eventually.

Never let the passing clouds hold the position of the permanent sun in your life.

Even after so many years, I still wonder – Do I know poetry or the poetry know me?

God’s role is to show you the way, to make a move or keep standing is yours.

No matter how dense the dark clouds are, they cannot keep the sun rising.

Listen to your heart, with all your heart.

The choice you made is good. Keep walking.

Unsaid words, weigh the most.

I am surprised by the word psychedelic. João Gilberto Noll does not accept realism in a straightforward way, but I am more inclined to call Quiet Creature a realist text than I am to call it a psychedelic one.

Monogamy is a way of getting the versions of ourselves down to the minimum.

In that way the field is a poem to symbiosis, and a human contract with the natural.

Music was a way of rebelling against the whole rah-rah high school thing.

We’ve also always hoped that there might be a way to avoid dying.

The way you really stop Al-Qaeda is by stopping their funding. It’s not by carpet-bombing or land invasions or anything.

The black man continues on his way. He plods wearily no longer-he is striding freedom road with the knowledge that if he hasn’t got the world in a jug, at least he has the stopper in his hand.

There’s always way less improv than people think. The truth is something like 15 percent.