I wish that I could love someone so much that I would die from it.

People think if you describe someone with glistening brown skin you're writing about race, as if the whole of the African diaspora is in someone's brown skin.

It's too easy to say this or that is "race," and that has been a vehicle for an incredible amount of wrong in the world.

Something settiled inside me, something heavy and hard. It stayed there, and i could not think of one thing to make it go away. I thought, So this must be living, this must be the beginning of the time people later refer to as 'years ago, when I was young'.

I suppose you could say I love outlaw American culture.

I'm so used to being misunderstood.

In my writing I'm trying to explore the violations people commit upon each other.