Passion is never enough; neither is skill.

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?

It's bliss when you give up all that stuff that separates you from other human beings. It's hard, but you break down all that stuff.

Freedom is choosing your responsibility. It's not having no responsibilitie s; it's choosing the ones you want.

Black literature is taught as sociology, as tolerance, not as a serious, rigorous art form.

...the change was adjustment without improvement.

A son ain't what a woman say. A son is what a man do.