I support all people on earth who have bodies like and unlike my body.

I love the solitude of reading. I love the deep dive into someone else's story, the delicious ache of a last page.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.

Poetry calls us to pause. There is so much we overlook, while the abundance around us continues to shimmer, on its own.

There is a place to stand where you can see so many lights you forget you are one of them.

... the real heroes of race and culture would always be the people who stepped out of their own line to make a larger circle.

You know, those of us who leave our homes in the morning and expect to find them there when we go back - it's hard for us to understand what the experience of a refugee might be like.

This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

Being good felt like a heavy coat, so I took it off.

Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth.

Energy is everything. Rubbing happy and sad together creates energy.

Are you always a smartass?'Nope. Sometimes I'm asleep.

Pain is like a map, I guess. But I found my shortcut on my "map of the heart." Shortcuts always take longer, don't they?

Life's greatest comfort is being able to look over your shoulder and see people worse off, waiting in line behind you.

You should not take your intuitions at face value.

I closed my own jazz bar so I could be a man who can write novels as I like. I was pleased about that. This pleasure was connected to the pleasure of writing.

It's no surprise that White people say things when they are together about Black people.

When men dream, each has his own world. When they are awake, they have a common world.

It is that perfection of God by which he is devoid of all change, not only in His Being, but also in His perfections, and in His purposes and promises.

None, while in flesh, can be entirely free from himsa, because one never completely renounces the will to live.

We cannot even recollect the actions of our infancy, our childhood is like something written on a slate and rubbed off.