Someone who knew me well once accused me of being unromantic. And that's probably true: I don't trust romance.

when people say you're charming you are in deep trouble.

"Race." I really can't understand it as anything other than something people say. The people who have said that you and I are both "black" and therefore deserve a certain kind of interaction with the world, they make race. I can't take them seriously.

In isolation I ruthlessly plow the deep silences, seeking my opportunities like a miner seeking veins of treasures. In what shallow glimmering space shall I find what glimmering glory?

My disappointments stand up and grow ever taller. They will not be lost to me.

That was the moment he got the idea he possessed me in a certain way, and that was the moment I grew tired of him.

I've never let the criticism deter me.