Have you ever heard a good joke? If you’ve ever heard someone just right, with the right pacing, then you’re already on the way to poetry. It’s about using words in very precise ways and using gesture.
To love someone is to isolate him from the world, wipe out every trace of him, dispossess him of his shadow, drag him into a murderous future. It is to circle around the other like a dead star and absorb him into a black light.
When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.
The problem is that you cannot prove yourself against someone who is much weaker than yourself.
A slave is one who waits for someone to come and free him.
It’s impossible for someone who is human to have all good things together, just as there is no single country able to provide all good things for itself.
Some people only ask others to do something. I believe that, why should I wait for someone else? Why don’t I take a step and move forward.
You might hold an ethical position that it’s wrong to lie, but if you have plans for a war in Iraq, and you want to keep them secret for practical reasons – to reduce casualties, perhaps – and someone asks you about those plans, you may need to lie for a ‘good’ outcome.
Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.
I could fall in love with a sumo wrestler if he told stories and made me laugh. Obviously, it would be easier if someone was African-American and lived next door and went to the same church. Because then I wouldn’t have to translate.