We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon.

Words can do wonderful things. They pound, purr. They can urge, they can wheedle, whip, whine. They can sing, sass, singe. They can churn, check, channelize. They can be a "Hup two three four." They can forge a fiery army of a hundred languid men.

I think there are things for all of us to do as long as we're here and we're healthy.

at a certain moment in social proceedings, I am on FIRE to leave: I have a leaving-FIT.

It is brave to be involved. To be not fearful to be unresolved.

When you love a man, he becomes more than a body. His physical limbs expand, and his outline recedes, vanishes. He is rich and sweet and right. He is part of the world, the atmosphere, the blue sky and the blue water.

To be in love Is to touch things with a lighter hand. In yourself you stretch, you are well.