A lot of time you write out of some unconscious place. I try to trust what is coming and where it wants to take me.

A lot of time you write out of some unconscious place. I try to trust what is coming and where it wants to take me.

All my life I've thought I needed someone to complete me, now I know I need to belong to myself.

We can't think of changing our skin color. Change the world - that's how we gotta think.

the redness had seeped from the day and night was arranging herself around us. Cooling things down, staining and dyeing the evening purple and blue black.

I'd forgotten how that sort of craving felt, how it rose suddenly and loudly from the pit of my stomach like a flock of startle birds, then floated back down in the slow, beguiling way of feathers.

The hardest thing on earth is choosing what matters.