Sleeping with books is a vicious affair, I do not believe it will ever stop.

When words failed I realized there was something unspeakably beautiful in not being able to put words to your happiness.

He asked me once what I wanted when I died, what I wanted out of life, and I told him I just wanted more happy memories than sad ones.

Love no longer becomes a feeling - it becomes a storm.

I found there are many things women ask for in a love. Other women demand money, power, or adventure. All I pray for is that he is patient, and plead that he will love me.

Your beauty will be in shades of melanin and light.

I love the way you lit candles, with the insistence that I never look, just so I can open my eyes and find the light in the darkness.

I'm starting to learn that if things are messy, or pieces don't get put back right, they are going to hurt, either way.

I will never ask of you the impossible, I just ask you to love me in the best way you can.

It is funny how when you have been hurt in love and you fall in love again, every reason you have for loving that person is both enough and not, all at once.

But, darling, I need you to know, you loving me will not heal me. Please realize, I already know that. And I do not expect it to.

If you hide the talents, you hide your brand. It’s simple.

If we strive for goals, relishing in the pleasure of circumstance, nothing is enjoyable, and life becomes purposeless.

You know, people have tried to make out there is a split between environmentalism and labor over the years. And if that was ever true, it becomes less so all the time.

I don't want to die an old lady.

Even the people I surround myself with... are wiser, a little bit older than me, where before, all my boyfriends were younger.

I am not a particularly political person, but, as a Tribeca resident, the commodification of September 11th is offensive to me.

As idiotic as optimism can sometimes seem, it has a weird habit of paying off.

I am not crying, but have tears in my heart.

I used to think all poets were Byronic Mad, bad and dangerous to know. And then I met a few. See Lamb 486:25.

A politician is not as narrow-minded as he forces himself to be.