The slaves who were ourselves had known terror intimately, confused sunrise with pain, & accepted indifference as kindness.

Our society allows people to be absolutely neurotic and totally out of touch with their feelings and everyone else's feelings, and yet be very respectable.

in our ordinaryness we are most bizarre.

Creation is everything you do. Make something.

The slaves who were ourselves had known terror intimately, confused sunrise with pain, & accepted indifference as kindness.

I started writing because there's an absence of things I was familiar with or that I dreamed about. One of my senses of anger is related to this vacancy - a yearning I had as a teenager. . .and when I get ready to write, I think I'm trying to fill that. . .

i usedta live in the world really be in the world free & sweet talkin good mornin & thank-you & nice day uh huh i cant now i cant be nice to nobody nice is such a rip-off regular beauty & a smile in the street is just a set-up