"Every brushstroke should carry the weight of thought."
The forest is a teacher—if we are willing to learn.
The wound of displacement never fully heals; it only learns to speak in different tongues.
To write poetry after Auschwitz is barbaric.
I don't know where I'm gonna be in five years, but I'm gonna be working my butt off to get there.
We are all patchwork, and so shapeless and diverse in composition that each bit, each moment, plays its own game.