What would I do without the absurd and the ephemeral?

Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?

It's not possible to present an accurate picture of our culture without all the voices of the people in the culture. So at the emerging level, you can't have a good survey art show without women and artists of color.

Can one invent verbs? I want to tell you one: I sky you, so my wings extend so large to love you without measure.

Mankind owns its destiny, and its destiny is the earth. We are destroying it until we have no destiny.

You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.”

My blood is a miracle that, from my veins, crosses the air in my heart into yours.