Goddamn it, FEELING is what I like in art, not CRAFTINESS and the hiding of feelings.

There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.

My aunt once said that the world would never find peace until men fell at their women's feet and asked for forgiveness.

...notice how he will come to manhood with his own particular soul bespeaking itself through the windows which are his eyes, and such lovely eyes surely do prophesy and indicate the loveliest of souls.

At lilac evening I walked with every muscle aching among the lights of 27th and Welton in the Denver colored section, wishing I were a Negro, feeling that the best the white world had offered was not enough ecstasy for me, not enough life, joy, kicks, darkness, music, not enough night.

We were all delighted, we all realized we were leaving confusion and nonsense behind and performing our one and noble function of the time, move.

Night is longer than day for those who dream & day is longer than night for those who make their dreams comes true.