I also found it funny to think about blackness as the second person. That was just sort of funny. Not the first person, but the second person, the other person.

Because white men can’t police their imaginations, black men are dying.

I want to believe that in any relational moment a person understands that the other person in front of them is just another human being.

You can’t put the past behind you. It’s buried in you; it’s turned your flesh into its own cupboard. Not everything remembered is useful but it all comes from the world to be stored in you.

The past is a life sentence, a blunt instrument aimed at tomorrow.

Define loneliness? Yes. It's what we can't do for each other.

Poetry has no investment in anything besides openness. It's not arguing a point. It's creating an environment.

Sometimes the art pieces I gravitate toward speak to me in terms of narrative, at other times they speak to me in terms of mood.

The worst injury is feeling you don't belong so much / to you.

If you admit to being racist, it says you acknowledge that you are being driven by projections and stereotypes that were formed in the creation of our country. Racism is deeply rooted in America.

Where is the safest place when that place / must be someplace other than in the body?

The idea of waste only comes into our Christianity when we underestimate the worth of our Lord.

Happiness is when you realize that your kids have grown up to be AWESOME people!

None can love freedom heartily but good men - the rest love not freedom but licence.

Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.

Let the inner god that is in each one of us speak. The temple is your body, and the priest is your heart: it is from here that every awareness must begin.

Fortune, thou hadst no deity, if men Had wisdom.

I'll give you my phone number. When you worry, call me. I'll make you happy.

I like the piano - I'm always about 15 feet away from a piano.

He just got in the car, but the batteries dead. So he asks to use the phone and she gives him some head.

The fruit of the Spirit is not what we can make ourselves do for a moment, But what God makes us to be for a lifetime.