The pieces I am, she gather them and gave them back to me in all the right order.

We mistook violence for passion, indolence for leisure, and thought recklessness was freedom.

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

No one ever talks about the moment you found that you were white. Or the moment you found out you were black. That's a profound revelation. The minute you find that out, something happens. You have to renegotiate everything.

There is no time for despair, no place for self-pity, no need for silence, no room for fear. We speak, we write, we do language. That is how civilizations heal.

But to find out the truth about how dreams die, one should never take the word of the dreamer.

The pieces I am, she gather them and gave them back to me in all the right order.