“as an artist, one of the toughest things to do is getting someone to understand why you think the way you think. And as much as i don't wanna care what they think about my thinking, it comes down to making them understand or watching them leave.”

“We have to care what someone thinks of us. We are incapable of seeing ourselves [sometimes].”

“The thing about oppression is this: when you hold someone down, you, too, have to be there to make sure they don't move.”

“i hope god isn't always watching - there are a few things i want to surprise him with - you being one of them.”

“I think we should throw money at artists, not at girls who take their clothes off because they made a bad choice in life.”

“I,” I start, and she turns to look at my lips moving, rehearsing for some grand proposal. “I think it’d be good idea if you brought a few books over and left them on my shelf.” I’m a writer, and this is as good as it gets. She didn’t need a ring, just the ability to borrow a bookmark whenever she needed, or unwritten or unspoken permission to take my copy of Cecil Brown’s The Life and Loves of Mr. Jiveass Nigger with the original cover.”

“It's nice to wake up in the morning alone and not have to tell someone you love them when you don't love them anymore.”