fierce lovers.and battle warriorsboth comefrom the same place. there is bound to be, some bloodshed.

The splendid thingabout falling apartsilently...is thatyou can start overas many timesas you like.

even in the loneliest momentsi have been therefor myself.

some winterswill never meltsome summerswill never freezeand some things will only... live in poems.

...so i will greet youin a wayall loved thingsare meant to be greetedwith a tear in my heartand a poem in my eye.

i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.

your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.

To fall in love with someone's thoughts - the most intimate, splendid romance.

the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write.

lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.

i writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you.

It's not hard to marginalize people when they've already done it to themselves.

I was going to public school in the post-World War II, the grey doldrum years. But I was in this extraordinary environment of Manhattan, of Greenwich Village, of bohemian parents.

I think confrontation is healthy, because it clears the air very quickly.

Like the bee its sting, the promiscuous leave behind them in each encounter something of themselves by which they are made to suffer.

What happens to Black Folks today, happens to White Folks tomorrow.

The ideal kitchen-sink novel: Throw in everything but the kitchen sink. Then add the kitchen sink.

Good manners spring from just one thing - kind impulses.

Content is king, but context is God.

I have to be below 140 to really look good. I have to work my legs like crazy. Actually, do you want my real goal? My real goal's always too low. I love the way I look at, like, 128.