Sexism and racism are parallel problems. You can compare them in some ways, but they're not at all the same. But they're both symptoms inside the white male power structure.

Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.

Passion is the bridge that takes you from pain to change.

I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to better.

At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.

Can one invent verbs? I want to tell you one: I sky you, so my wings extend so large to love you without measure.

I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.

I wanted to tell you that my whole being opened for you. Since I fell in love with you everything is transformed and is full of beauty... love is like an aroma, like a current, like rain.

Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are a bourbon biscuit.

I drank to drown my sorrows, but the damned things learned how to swim.

Everyone's opinions about things change over time. Nothing is constant. Everything changes. And to hold onto some dogged idea forever is a little rigid and maybe naive.

Evil presupposes a moral decision, intention, and some forethought. A moran or a lout, howeverm doesn't stop to think or reason.

Love hurts because we think that's what love is.

You'll think I'm off my trolley when I say this, but the Bush administration is the most radical - in a positive sense - in its approach to Africa since Kennedy.

There is nothing impossible in all the world except that the heart of man is wanting in resolution.

Lust is a strong tower of mischief, and hath in it many defenders, as neediness, anger, paleness, discord, love, and longing.

In general, I'm careful when I'm dealing with subjects of deep cultural importance and write with abandon when I'm dealing with issues of personal dysfunction.

We just always focus on quality, which can be frustrating during the wait, but which pays off when we're done (we hope).

What’s the opposite of déjà vu, when you see something that hasn’t happened yet?” “I don’t know—avant verrais?

Some people look at a glass and see it as half-full. Others look at a glass and call it a dragon.

It is the nature of stone to be satisfied. It is the nature of water to want to be somewhere else.