When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud, I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
Every writer at the New Yorker is smarter than me.
You call yourself what you want to call yourself. This is the land of the free.
I just try to understand that tomorrow is another day.
Being noticed can be a burden. Jesus got himself crucified because he got himself noticed. So I disappear a lot.
Let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.