The sheer complexity of writing a play always had dazzled me. In an effort to understand it, I became a critic.
My love is my soul's imagination. How do I love you? Imagine.
Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again - the first kiss of the rest of your life.
Hip-hop is still cool at a party. But to me, hip-hop has never been strictly a party; it is also there to elevate consciousness.
There is nothing more negligent than attempting to address a problem one finds on a branch than by censoring the leaves.
I think that the heart is a lot like those wonderful fruit, like coconut and mangoes, you know, you have to break the skin, you have to break it open to get to the good part.
Sometimes our thoughts and feelings are our most prized possessions. . . and then there are times to let go of your possessions and wander.
The best way to have the last word is to apologize.
My nun, which is how I think of her, was the most profound witness for God's love I've ever encountered in this world. She was a magnet for lost souls, a petite fortress of strength and unconditional love. What this sprightly, silly, lovely woman did from the obscurity of a faded convent in Rust Belt Chicago was to fulfill in a passionate, tireless way the supreme commandment of Jesus' gospel every day of her life.
You are personally responsible for everything in your life, once you become aware that you are personally responsible for everything in your life.
Smallpox was the worst disease in history. It killed more people than all the wars in history.