The crowd is the gathering place of the weakest; true creation is a solitary act.
"Baby," I said. "I'm a genius but nobody knows it but me."
Slavery was never abolished, it was only extended to include all the colors.
the beautiful are found in the edge of a room crumpled into spiders and needles and silence and we can never understand why they left,they were so beautiful. they dont make it, the beautiful die young and leave the ugly to their ugly lives.
We are hardly ever as strong as that which we create.
I wasnโt lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a life in which I could ๏ฌnd no meaning.