When we don’t know who to hate, we hate ourselves.
Translation is the paradigm, the exemplar of all writing. It is translation that demonstrates most vividly the yearning for transformation that underlies every act involving speech, that supremely human gift.
Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.
We sit in the mud, my friend, and reach for the stars.
History will be kind to me for I intend to write it
Show me someone without an ego, and I'll show you a loser.
When we don’t know who to hate, we hate ourselves.
Translation is the paradigm, the exemplar of all writing. It is translation that demonstrates most vividly the yearning for transformation that underlies every act involving speech, that supremely human gift.
Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.
We sit in the mud, my friend, and reach for the stars.
History will be kind to me for I intend to write it
Show me someone without an ego, and I'll show you a loser.