Though The Contradictions Of War Seem Sudden

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

The Best Teacher Lodges An Intent Not In The Mind But In The Heart.

No One Is Born Just Once. If You're Lucky, You'll Emerge Again In Someone's Arms; Or Unlucky, Wake When The Long Tail Of Terror Brushes The Inside Of Your Skull.

The Truth Doesn't Care What We Think Of It.

Now We're Like Planets, Holding To Each Other From A Great Distance. [...] Now We're Hundreds Of Miles Apart, Our Short Arms Keep Us Lonely, No One Hears What's In My Head. [...] It's March, Even The Birds Don't Know What To Do With Themselves.