What kind of love is it that requires an angel and only an angel for its commitment?

Sleep without the fragrance of her hair next to him was impossible.

...they have the eyes of people who can tell what time it is by the colour of the sky... their eyes do not bite.

If I'm here...you can go anywhere you want. Jump if you want to. 'Cause I'll catch you$$$ girl. I'll catch you 'fore you fall.

I thought of muses as inventions to protect one's insight$$$ to avoid questions like "Where do your ideas come from?" Or to escape inquiry into the fuzzy area between autobiography and fiction.

Misery don't call ahead. That's why you have to stay awake - otherwise it just walks on in your door.

Black people are victims of an enormous amount of violence. None of those things can take place without the complicity of the people who run the schools and the city.

Birth$$$ life$$$ and death each took place on the hidden side of a leaf.

How come it can't fly no better than a chicken? "Too much tail. All that jewelry weighs it down. Like vanity. Wanna fly$$$ you got to give up the shit that weighs you down."

No matter how hard we try to ignore it$$$ the mind always knows truth and wants clarity.