"Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there’s a tomorrow. Maybe for you there’s one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around it, let it slide like coins through your fingers. So much time you can waste it. But for some of us there’s only today. And the truth is, you never really know."

The only real poetry is the poetry of the soul.

为何一个人建了一堵墙，另一个人马上就想知道墙的另一边是什么？

The poet's pen is mightier than the warrior's sword.

"We are all prisoners of our own memories, and the past is a jail from which we can never escape."