My angels are jellyfish, electric, nearly invisible, armed with poisoned harpoons.My archangels are yellow tang.They feed on sunlight.They speak through color.Anything in their paths turns blind.

I would like to write a suicide note in three and a halflanguagesand travel south on a Thursday towardssome form of life outside of earth

I'll remember your apocalypse if you'll remember mineIt will be a holiday of the senses

I want to go anywhere and everywhere and explore as much as I can.

I love that as a black person I've experienced not being a minority. I think that's helped me to combat the minority mentality people can have here, which can stop them scaling the heights.

No one ever did anything worth doing unless they were prepared to go on with it long after it became something of a bore.

While I reiterate the professions of my dependence upon Heaven... I will observe that... no man who is profligate in his morals... can possibly be a true Christian.

Broken I run to you for your arms are open wide. I am weary but I know your touch restores my life.

I bought a book of Mark Twain quotes. That's about my speed. I'll read a couple quotes and put it down.

There's art that I would readily buy if I could afford it, and enjoy, but would never write about because it doesn't seem significant.

We don't live in a world that's black and white.