Anger is better. There is a sense of being in anger. A reality and presence. An awareness of worth. It is a lovely surging.

the hopelessness that comes from knowing too little and feeling too much (so brittle, so dry he is in danger of the reverse: feeling nothing and knowing everything)

They encouraged you to put some of your weight in their hands and soon as you felt how light and lovely it was, they studied your scars and tribulations.

You marvel at the economy and this choice of words. How many ways can you describe the sky and the moon? After Sylvia Plath, what can you say?

What I'm doing ain't about hating White people. It's about loving us.

Misery don't call ahead. That's why you have to stay awake - otherwise it just walks on in your door.

He wants to put his story next to hers.