It's funny how you never think about the women you've had. It's always the ones who get away that you can't forget.

They're just words is all. Powerless. Vocabulary. Dialogue.

No matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.

The liberator who destroys my property is fighting to save my spirit. The teacher who clears all possessions from my path will set me free.

Your heart is my piñata.

You grow up to become living proof of your parents' limitations. Their less-than masterpiece.

A certain number of people have to live their lives outdoors between 8 a.m. and 8 p.m., and a certain number of people can only leave their homes between 8 p.m. and 8 a.m. So basically, public life has to be lived in these shifts, in order for everyone to fit on the streets because there's just no more room for any more infrastructure, any more highways. So it polarizes the community into day people and night people, and it becomes sort of a metaphor for racism and classism.