Like Other Ghosts, She Whispers;

Some Stones Are So Heavy Only Silence Helps You Carry Them!

Even As A Child, Even As My Blood-past Was Drained From Me, I Understood That If I Were Strong Enough To Accept It, I Was Being Offered A Second History.

Reading A Poem In Translation Is Like Kissing A Woman Through A Veil.

Though The Contradictions Of War Seem Sudden And Simultaneous, History Stalks Before It Strikes. Something Tolerated Soon Becomes Something Good.

Hold A Book In Your Hand And You're A Pilgrim At The Gates Of A New City.