“...I am writing these poems from inside a lion...”
“Today is the first of August. It is hot, steamy and wet. It is raining. I am tempted to write a poem. But I remember what it said on one rejection slip: 'After a heavy rainfall, poems titled 'Rain' pour in from across the nation.”
“Sometimes,' she said, remembering that morning, 'I write poems that are taller than I am”
“Hiding from genocide inside a Jew's attic, thought Kugel, is like hiding from a lion inside a gazelle.”
“When I am asked how I began writing poems, I talk about the indifference of nature.”
“I may not be a lion,but I am lions cub and I have lion's heart”