Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth.

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

only kindness that raises its head from the crowd of the world to say it is I you have been looking for, and then goes with you everywhere like a shadow or a friend.

Mystery: Everything felt better before you got there than when you actually got there. When you actually got there, you didn't quite have the energy to be there.

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

It is really hard to be lonely very long in a world of words. Even if you don't have friends somewhere, you still have language, and it will find you and wrap its little syllables around you and suddenly there will be a story to live in.

I want to be someone making music/with my coming.