Some days I just think the whole world and life and everything is stupid. And that’s ’cause I be missing you.
Kids are something. All they can see is the beauty in a moment.
Everything and everyone seemed like it was part of a long-ago time – when I was young and free and living.
It seemed like someone was always leaving someone, like that’s the way the world worked – people were born and people died, people left and people came. It was like the world was saying you can’t have everything you want at the same time.
But it’s what the world does to people. It makes some of us feel ugly and it makes some of us look like criminals, like angry fools.
Probably still believed that if you wished hard enough you could make the impossible happen.
There is something so deeply visceral about libraries for me-rooms and rooms full of people dreaming and remembering.
Sometimes you do have to laugh to keep from crying. And sometimes the world feels all right and good and kind of like it’s becoming nice again around you. And you realize it, and realize how happy you are in it, and you just gotta laugh.
From a really young age, I was reading like a writer. I was reading for the deep understanding of the literature; not simply to hear the story but to understand how the author got the story on the page.
Diversity is about all of us, and about us having to figure out how to walk through this world together.
I believe in one day and someday and this perfect moment called Now.
I definitely believe in a greater good. I definitely believe that there’s a reason each of us is here and that we’ve been brought here to do something. And we need to get busy doing it. And I definitely believe that there is something moving us forward that’s good.
In all your getting, get understanding.
You can’t always be pushing people away. Someday nobody’ll come back.
Racism doesn’t know color, death doesn’t know age, and pain doesn’t know might.
Time comes to us softly, slowly. It sits beside us for a while. Then, long before we are ready, it moves on.