Jesus is the masterpiece. The thieves are minor works. Why are they there? Not to frame the crucifixion, as some innocent souls believe, but to hide it.

You have to know how to look even if you don't know what you're looking for.

Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.

The world is alive and no living thing has any remedy. That is our fortune.

Poetry is the one thing that isn't contaminated, the one thing that isn't part of the game.

Reading is pleasure and happiness to be alive or sadness to be alive and above all it's knowledge and questions.

I kept having dreams all night. I thought they were touching me with their fingers. But dreams don't have fingers, they have fists, so it must have been scorpions.

we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.

In the current socio-political climate, he said to himself, committing suicide is absurd and redundant. Better to become an undercover poet.

Being alone makes us stronger. That’s the honest truth. But it’s cold comfort, since even if I wanted company no one will come near me anymore.

The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.

In life, we are constantly growing.There are no true adults because our life experiences and sometimes unfortunate conditions show us that constant growth is part of the human story.

It’s sadthat burnt marshmallowsmake me think ofmethamphetamine, when theyshould bringback childhoodmemories ofs’mores

I grew up with a family that had very little and were at times homeless.

I have an amazing wife and three daughters that always keep me motivated.

When black America is on the move, America is on the move.

Tomorrow, I will take on all of these things. I will be unstoppable.

Fame doesn't fulfill you. It warms you a bit, but that warmth is temporary.

We must, from here on in, all go down the same path... There may not be another chance.

Although religion might be useful in developing a solid moral framework - and enforcing it - we can quite easily develop moral intuitions without relying on religion.

At this moment, the story in his head was perfect. He also knew from experience that it would degenerate the second he started typing, because such was the nature of writing.