On how she is glad that her work is reaching women just like her in “Rupi Kaur: 'There was no market for poetry about trauma, abuse and healing’” https://www.theguardian.com/books/2016/aug/26/rupi-kaur-poetry-canada-instagram-banned-photo in The Guardian (2016 Aug 26)
“"Do I look like someone who has something to do here on Earth?" - That's what I'd like to answer the busybodies who inquire into my activities.”
            The Trouble With Being Born (1973) 
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Romanian philosopher and essayist 1911–1995Related quotes
Discussing the perception that many actors are gay in an interview with El Pais magazine, December 1991.
Cosmic Jam (tour 1995, DVD 2005, 2006)
                                        
                                        In an interview shortly before he was killed, responding to a question by David Frost about how his obituary should read. 
Context: Something about the fact that I made some contribution to either my country, or those who were less well off. I think back to what Camus wrote about the fact that perhaps this world is a world in which children suffer, but we can lessen the number of suffering children, and if you do not do this, then who will do this? I'd like to feel that I'd done something to lessen that suffering.
                                    
Source: Talking with Kurt Loder on MTV's Famous Last Words show circa 1991.
                                        
                                        Beautiful Losers (1966) 
Context: What is a saint? A saint is someone who has achieved a remote human possibility. It is impossible to say what that possibility is. I think it has something to do with the energy of love. Contact with this energy results in the exercise of a kind of balance in the chaos of existence. A saint does not dissolve the chaos; if he did the world would have changed long ago. I do not think that a saint dissolves the chaos even for himself, for there is something arrogant and warlike in the notion of a man setting the universe in order. It is a kind of balance that is his glory. He rides the drifts like an escaped ski. His course is the caress of the hill. His track is a drawing of the snow in a moment of its particular arrangement with wind and rock. Something in him so loves the world that he gives himself to the laws of gravity and chance. Far from flying with the angels, he traces with the fidelity of a seismograph needle the state of the solid bloody landscape. His house is dangerous and finite, but he is at home in the world. He can love the shape of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart. It is good to have among us such men, such balancing monsters of love.