Poetry, I have discovered, is always unexpected and always as faithful and honest as dreams.

Everything is already perfect. And if you can accept that everything is already perfect, the imperfection is a part of the perfection. What's to worry about?

It's better to have your blackness taken away than to stand there and lie about who you actually are. That's the trap.

Activism is my rent for living on the planet.

To me war is something to be outgrown, recognized as immature, wasteful, and so destructive to life that human beings should shun it ... as they once shunned bubonic plague.

I've found, in my own writing, that a little hatred, keenly directed, is a useful thing.

I think us here to wonder, myself. To wonder. To ask. And that in wondering bout the big things and asking bout the big things, you learn about the little ones, almost by accident. But you never know nothing more about the big things than you start out with. The more I wonder, the more I love.