Pakistani Poet Quotes
Our bread and water are of one table: the progeny of Adam are as a single soul.
Death, go somewhere, get lost! I'm not done as yet –
Joy still flows from the amphora of colors into my cupped hands.
Future's the only flower worth tending in this earth, where I sow my words daily: and you know, these good trees bear fruit round the year, discreetly, moving along the waterways and four seasons of the faithful sun.
Quote of the day
Everywhere I go, I'm asked if I think the universities stifle writers. My opinion is that they don't stifle enough of them. There's many a bestseller that could have been prevented by a good teacher.
Predictions that didn't happen
If it's on the Internet it must be true
Remarkable Last Words (or Near-Last Words)
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