The saddest thing about death, whether it's our own or someone we care for, is when the world doesn't stop when we do.

The sun might be God. God might not watch us at night.

I sometimes sit on my roof. Not to be closer to god. To be further from y'all.

There's an inexplicable joy that exists on a brown child's face and in the way they navigate their world long before they discover they're hated.

What you don't think about when you're planning for children is when you're going to teach them how not to be killed

An HBCU that is not inherently revolutionary in 2016 is irrelevant.An African American Studies class that is not inherently revolutionary in 2016 is irrelevant.

Sometimes our walls exist just to see who has the strength to knockthem down.

Undeniable chemistry and horrific timing. They love each other.

In her attempt to make me a good man, I made her a bad woman.

The relationship was perfect, but I hated everything about the person I became.

I'm silent when there is a war inside me. There's a need to keep the people outside intact.

There is always going to be evil as long as goodness lives on.

Training is everything. The peach was once a bitter almond cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college education.

If I'm not writing songs about things I've actually been through, it ruins the idea of making music to me.

And if you think that anybody is going to frighten me, you don't know me yet.

I have a very sedate life. How often do you see me at a bar in Boulder, Peter? You tell me. I like Boulder. We just don't live that way.

The reality, certainly in my life, is that we all have love stories that go terribly wrong; we all have horribly broken hearts. And somehow we endure. We're not destroyed by it.

Even within the most beautiful landscape, in the trees, under the leaves the insects are eating each other; violence is a part of life.

What on earth would a man do with himself, if something did not stand in his way?

All places where women are excluded tend downward to barbarism; but the moment she is introduced, there come in with her courtesy, cleanliness, sobriety, and order.

I, alas, must present myself somewhat ignominiously as a chef in a busy kitchen. Somewhere a novel is bubbling on a back burner, an old attempt at history may come out of the freezer.