I am a fanatic! I feel a power within me. . . a fire that I may not quench, but must keep ablaze.
My identity is deeply intertwined with being a refugee because that's the first experience that I remember.
No one wants for their child to become a refugee. It's an awful experience.
Refugees are threatening, not just to Americans, but also in many countries the world over. And it's partially because, unlike immigrants, refugees do not choose where they're going to go or why they're fleeing, and they are unwanted populations. They bring with them the stigma of disaster.
In the United States, the immigrant experience occupies a very central place in American mythology. And sometimes, that place wavers between acceptance and rejection.
Every new refugee to a society, whether it's the United States or some other place, is subjected to fear. They are the new outsider population, the new other.
The refugees are not only going to be a demand on the country's resources, but also the refugees raise the possibility that the countries that they're going to are themselves not as stable as the citizens would like, I think. We're all just one catastrophe away from ending up as a refugee, and we don't want to be reminded of that.
There is nothing so extreme that is not allowed by the custom of some nation or other.
I had the desire to paint the figure without actually painting the figure.
I actually can't listen to music and write poetry at the same time, but I do kind of think about the music I've been listening to when I write.
But love, like wine, gives a tumultuous bliss, Heighten'd indeed beyond all mortal pleasures; But mingles pangs and madness in the bowl.