One place exists as their interpretation of it. For the people living and thriving inside of it, it's another place.

Time comes to us softly, slowly. It sits beside us for a while. Then, long before we are ready, it moves on.

Where I grew up, it was all people who were black and Latino, people who look like me. Now I live in a neighborhood where very, very few people look like me.

There is something so deeply visceral about libraries for me-rooms and rooms full of people dreaming and remembering.

If I loved someone enough, I would go anywhere in the world with them." —Staggerlee

Lately, I'd been feeling like I was standing outside watching everything and everybody. Wishing I could take the part of me that was over there and the part of me that was over here and push them together—make myself into one whole person like everybody else.

You have those walls up all around you...Come a day you gonna want to tear them down brick by brick and gonna find that the cement is all hard. What you gonna do then?