She was invisible. Forgettable. Forgotten.

The perplexity, the potential— God’s own crucible was not for angels.

There can be no light without shadow.

The charm of horror only tempts the strong

Doubt isn't original.

Water may be extremely dirty, yet its nature remains clear.

It's a good habit to trumpet your failures and be quiet about your successes.

When I'm in there I'm just in my zone. What people think about when they're looking at me, that's their business. If there is a bit of that, I am fine with it, each to his own.

I am an African and I am very proud of that.

The only thing I change mainly is my sneakers. I love sneakers. But everything's sort of black or jeans. Jeans, always.

Time has been used destructively by people of ill will much more than it has been used constructively by those of good will.

Poetry calls us to pause. There is so much we overlook, while the abundance around us continues to shimmer, on its own.

All hatred driven hence, The soul recovers radical innocence And learns at last that it is self-delighting, Self-appeasing, self-affrighting, And that its own sweet will is Heaven's will