Beloved, you are my sister, you are my daughter, you are my face you are me

Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all

There is really nothing more to say-except why. But since why is difficult to handle, one must take refuge in how.

When there is pain, there are no words. All pain is the same

The ability of writers to imagine what is not the self, to familiarize the strange and mystify the familiar, is the test of their power

Too much tail. All that jewelry weighs it down. Like vanity. Can't nobody fly with all that shit. Wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down

If there's a book you really want to read but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it