Later our dreams begin catching fire around the edges, they burn like paper, we wake with our hands full of ash.

A boy told me if he roller-skated fast enough his loneliness couldn't catch up to him, the best reason I ever heard for trying to be a champion. What I wonder tonight pedaling hard down King William Street is if it translates to bicycles. A victory! To leave your loneliness panting behind you on some street corner while you float free into a cloud of sudden azaleas, pink petals that have never felt loneliness, no matter how slowly they fell.

It was terrible when a single conversation with someone determined your whole future relationship.

... the real heroes of race and culture would always be the people who stepped out of their own line to make a larger circle.

The hands are churches that worship the world.

Today you will say things you can predict and other things you could never imagine this minute. Don't reject them, let them come through when they're ready, don't think you can plan it al out. This day will never, no matter how long you live, happen again. It is exquisitely singular. It will never again be exactly repeated.

Getting over what you did to me is not why I get out of bed anymore.