I hear the weed is really strong in California.

The hero is the person who's afraid to run away.

I have offered myself to the inkwell of the wordsmith that I might be shaped into new terms of being.

If we're gonna progress as a people we are going to realise that, as one of my favourite poets says, the other is a lie. There are no other people. Race is a social construct.

I can't say that I always want to get out of bed, you know.

There is no music more powerful than hip-hop. No other music so purely demands an instant affirmative on such a global scale. When the beat drops, people nod their heads, “yes,” in the same way that they would in conversation with a loved one, a parent, professor, or minister.

Come, my love, we have oceans to sail.