The ones we choose to love become our anchorwhen the hawser of the blood-tie's hacked, or frays.

Articulation is the tongue-tied's fighting.

The ones we choose to love become our anchorwhen the hawser of the blood-tie's hacked, or frays.

I have always disliked the idea of an arts ghetto in which poetry is kept on a life-support system.

I used to be scared of the Candyman. You'd say his name three times in the mirror and then he'd come get you. I was terrified of that stuff becoming true. My older cousins used to say things to make us believe crazy stories like that, so I was scared of the Candymanuntil I knew better.

My favorite memories were never about candy or anything like that. When I got to be a teenager, my friends and I used to get together and do all kinds of crazy stuff on Halloween night. We had a ball starting trouble. Now that I'm more mature I realize that wasn't the right way to act, but it was the time of my life back then.

Not becoming 'something' scares me the most. I just want to be remembered for something great.