the worst happens when you least expect it
There's a condensed softness about the Albanian people, and I've witnessed examples of their hospitality.
In the end we're all searching for our home, that one place where we belong.
If I cannot offer some relief to our world, if I cannot inspire our generation to join me, then I feel I am a complete waste of space. This constant fear of feeling irrelevant in our society has been the catalyst behind all my efforts and passions for as long as I can remember.
I would like my books to stand as a tool to unbind children from expectations of poetry because it should free the child to self-expression and exploration.
I know that there's this one Albanian myth that's always reflected on, and I think it reflects on the actual core culture. That myth is called The Besa. B-E-S-A. The Besa is a word that Albanians use to mean avow, but it's such a strong promise, that even past death, one cannot break that promise. It is unfathomable. So if you give someone your besa, life or death, heaven or hell, you have to fulfill that besa.
While some mothers sing lullabies to their children, my mother read me poetry. And to this day, I associate my strongest and most insistent feelings with words lyrically organized on a page.
You can't slit the throat of everyone whose character it would improve.
I want to see sunrises in the mountains. You never get to see such things enough in a lifetime. I want to see more.
The difference between screwing around and science is writing it down.
Any chick that I handle, I teach ‘em patience. How not to win the award but be glad for your nomination.