If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it.

An innocent man is a sin before God. Inhuman and therefore untrustworthy. No man should live without absorbing the sins of his kind, the foul air of his innocence, even if it did wilt rows of angel trumpets and cause them to fall from their vines.

Clever, but schoolteacher beat him anyway to show him that definitions belonged to the definers - not the defined.

The screams of a hurt woman were indistinguishable from everyday traffic.

As you enter positions of trust and power, dream a little before you think.

For me, Art is the restoration of order. It may discuss all sort of terrible things, but there must be satisfaction at the end. A little bit of hunger, but also satisfaction.

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