When faith did come, it came, I think, by way of my little paralyzed daughter. Her lifeless hands led me; I think her tiny feet still know beautiful paths.
The first requisite for immortality is death.
Since long I’ve held silence a remedy for harm.
All which is beautiful and noble is the result of reason and calculation.
Nothing truly convincing – which would possess thoroughness, vigor, and skill – has been written against the ancients as yet; especially not against their poetry.
I remember that as I was writing a poem on ‘Snow’ when I was eight, I said aloud, ‘I wish I could have the ability to write down the feelings I have now when I am little, because when I grow up, I will know how to write, but I will have forgotten what being little feels like.’
History is the science of things which are not repeated.
Literature has to serve as a moral control of politics.
Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen.
I want our young Latinos and Latinas to write their hearts out and express their hearts out and let us all listen to each other.