From my point of view, your life is already a miracle of chance waiting for you to shape its destiny.

I have difficulties with contemporary language. Big difficulties. I counted, you know, something like 160 words have disappeared from the English language because of the use of the word "like." "I'm like, he's like" - not "thought," not "as if ."

Like any artist without an art form, she became dangerous.

I always looked upon the acts of racist exclusion, or insult, as pitiable, from the other person. I never absorbed that. I always thought that there was something deficient about such people.

Home is memory, home is your history, home is where you work. Some people want to abandon it and become truly local. But the questions are all there.

Girl, I got my mind. And what goes on in it. Which is to say, I got me...my lonely is mine.

Write about something you don't know. And don't be scared, ever.