Poetry teaches us how to live in a world in which none of us belongs.
No one, not even lovers, are truly psychic, and everyone flounders around each other, misunderstanding, misinterpreting, sending out confusing signals.
There is a point when facing the unknown stops being a longed-for adventure and becomes a terrifying reality.
I'm inspired by dreams and shadows, obsession and desire. By nature, I'm a dream collector and never stop working. I question people about their weirdest dreams and the strangest, most inexplicable experiences they've had. All this information whirls around in my mind, and new dreams emerge that form the seeds of stories and novels.
I have been writing now for over a week. I find it cleansing, refreshing; it is good for me. ” (p. 531)
If life is a battle, then my inner scars are medals for valor, for swiftness, for courage, for passion. Evil is the dark-haired brother of Good; they walk hand in hand—always.
Being a child is such a shining gift, yet we don't know how precious it is until it's worn out and gone away.
I try to speak my points of view about black America, and how I feel about black men and the role that black men should play in their lives with their children and in their lives with their women.
Good morning, doctors. I have taken the liberty of removing Windows 95 from my hard drive.
Part of maintaining a thriving creative culture is giving people time and permission to play.
With regard to narrow passes, if you can occupy them first, let them be strongly garrisoned and await the advent of the enemy.