Thought is more important than art....To revere art and have no understanding of the process that forces it into existence, is finally not even to understand what art is.

When I die, the consciousness I carry I will to black people. May they pick me apart and take the useful parts, the sweet meat of my feelings. And leave the bitter bullshit rotten white parts alone.

What will be / the sacred words?

An evil word it is/ This Love.

Hope is delicate suffering.

what is lost because it is most precious what is most precious because it is lost

Art is whatever makes you proud to be human.