People don't live or die, people just float.

Watch waterfalls of pity roar, you feel to moan but unlike before, you discover that you'd just be one more person crying.

Well, my daddy, he didn't leave me much, you know he was a very simple man, but what he did tell me was this, he did say, son, he said, he say, you know it's possible to become so defiled in this world that your own father and mother will abandon you and if that happens, God will always believe in your ability to mend your ways.

I define nothing. Not beauty, not patriotism. I take each thing as it is, without prior rules about what it should be.

Every writer at the New Yorker is smarter than me.

Heard ten thousand whispering and nobody listening. Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughing. Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter.

Never make it perfect.