He'd thought he was lost, but now he recognized that eternity was around him, like salt from a shaker or stars in the sky.

A boy who is trouble is something entirely different as a man.

I just finished Colson Whitehead's "The Underground Railroad," which I think is a work of genius.

Sometimes words drew blood, they cut your tongue, they made you know things you couldn't unknow.

Avoid men who call you Baby, and women who have no friends, and dogs that scratch at their bellies and refuse to lie down at your feet. Wear dark glasses; bathe with lavender oil and cool fresh water. Seek shelter from the sun at noon.

I was beginning to understand.My grandmother's love was cold because she was afraid of things;that was why everything had to be perfect.

Some people say, 'Save yourself and you save your ways.' I say, 'Be yourself and you save your soul.