Waking up in a room with no natural light does something to a man. no windows. I’m almost afraid to die. I fear my soul won’t make it out.

America. Where property damage is a greater offense than genocide.

If you’re not seeing God at the climax, it’s not worth doing. Sex is the bridge that connects heaven and earth.

There’s a small window of opportunity to apologize sometimes after you’ve terribly wronged someone. It closes. Sometimes forever, but it never opens wide enough again for a good breeze.

Non Violence and Religion: Both designed to keep the oppressed from murdering their oppressors.

Sometimes, some of you speak about god, and I mistake him for an abusive lover you’re trying to escape.

We played this game from the west village to the upper east side til around midnight when the Chrysler building was far behind us and we weren’t sure if we were in love anymore.

Everyone gets broken. Everyone. Some grow stronger in those breaks. Others never recover.

She said she wanted to see beautiful things. I took her to where i planted my seeds.

And you say Paris is gay, but it has its down times. You say go in the spring and not the summer, because watching the autumn creep through the Rive Gauche preparing for winter is...

I wish I didn’t need words to speak to her. They sometimes hold very different meanings for us both.

I wonder if she’s infatuated enough to let me lock her in a box with me on a cool fall day and make love like America depends on us.

i never begin my writings with talent. i begin them with strong emotions and liquor. they finish with talent.

Why not fall in love with an artist? Otherwise there are no letters, pictures, paintings and songs for you when you wake up.

I’m homeless. I’ve taken to the belief that home is not where we lay our heads comfortably some nights, or where we entertain visiting friends. It’s not where love is unconditional. When I look up...

Fall in love for as long as you can with the one who sees you when you are invisible.

No where in ‘humpty dumpty’ did it say he was an egg. Maybe your inability to think outside of what others have taught you is what’s keeping you from putting him together again.

The hate people hold on to for so long is what keeps them from feeling the pain they’re most afraid of. deal with it. grow.

Beautiful breezes in ugly parts of town give hope to those who want to be free.

Gonna pretend to be a deaf mute who knows no sign one day, meet a woman, and we’ll write for the rest of our lives.

as an artist, one of the toughest things to do is getting someone to understand why you think the way you think. And as much as i don’t wanna care what they think about my...

the price you pay for opening your eyes is the easy life you can no longer have. but it becomes worth it.

none of my art is based on how others think i should have done it.

Who told these people with dreams, goals and ambitions they could take time off?

Seemingly suicidal, it’s not. I never wanted to live. I wanted to be happy. Living was always accidental.

We should fall in love. Love each other enough to shit at the same time on the same toilet.

What their scorned, over-fucked mothers never teach them is this: men can be hurt, too.

They tell you the story of Job so often to remind you when you lose it all, stay calm. I’ve always refused it. I hated the story. It made no sense, and then I developed...

Police are killing black men. Mona Scott-Young is killing black women.

I hate being a writer. i tend to stick my emotions in things that cannot reciprocate. I’ve become a whore for my craft.

They sit there shouting “Don’t do it.” Someone told them revolution looked like the Cosby Show. A slight tug with a good lesson. Revolution is a tough struggle between what was and what needs to...

I speak and help some folks only because I believe they may be god in flesh, testing me for politeness.

What if “redemption” means not only freeing yourself from what you’ve done, but also from what’s been done to you?

You asked me to be an open book. As I’ve already told you, I am. Anything you need to know about me can be found. Don’t confuse me, a paperback, with a book on tape.

One day we fall in love with the one who makes us live intensely and laugh hard and heavy. And as hard as we love them, their friend loves us back equally and we just...

The heart will stretch a short love into long memories.

Because when the night gets here, I’ll be the youngest I’ll ever be again, so I will laugh and celebrate relative youth.

My favorite hobby is cooking and eating. There is nothing i can do well if i have not eaten well.

adulthood is depressing. for me at least. i cried at the death of every illusion harder than i cried at the death of friends.

You ball up your fist each time you hear about an unfound injustice in the world. That makes me your brother.

We have enough proof that, at least my generation does, that patriarchy and matriarchy are gender-less roles.

Try evolving as much as you cry.

what if the room gets cold?

the black man today will only find solitude in one place: prison. ironically, he becomes most free while incarcerated.

And like that, I said goodbye to my grandmother like we were two people who met in a coffee shop, shared a lifetime of stories and left wanting more, but knowing we’d meet there again.

I have to believe in reincarnation. believing that I’ll be in one place forever is a hell in itself.

We’re looking at the coming of spring like we look at the coming of babies we never considered aborting; Hopeful.

With tact, exit from the world I’ve created, and we never have to speak of those good times again.

White supremacy is a black person telling the people of Baltimore to chill out and try peace, thinking they came up with that thought all on their own.

sex separation in the classroom leads to a bullshit socio-economic situation perpetuated by people with good intentions.