The best time to cry is at night, when the lights are out and someone is being beaten up and screaming for help.

New York is my favorite city.

I want young people to be hesitant to glorify war and to demand of their leaders justification for the sacrifices they ask of our citizens.

On the streets of the city They have taken my Who-I-Am As well as my What-I-Was And now I am desperate for them both Again

The movie is more real in so many ways than the life I am leading. No, that’s not true. I just desperately wish this was only a movie.

Yes, she is the fruit that will Sustain me and yes, she brings A rain that I know can chill But it is a rain so sweet and sings A song my soul insists That I follow, if I would exist As more than I have ever, ever been If my mother calls it evil, then I embrace the sin

I write in a small office at home.