“I think it must be lonely to be God. Nobody loves a master. No.”

Exhaust the little moment soon it dies.

As you get older, you find that often the wheat, disentangling itself from the chaff, comes out to meet you.

Life must be aromatic. There must be scent, somehow there must be some.

I don’t like the idea of the black race being diluted out of existence. I like the idea of all of us being here.

Each body has its art.

With melted opals for my milk, Pearl-leaf for my cracker.

A writer should get as much education as possible, but just going to school is not enough; if it were, all owners of doctorates would be inspired writers.

I am a writer perhaps because I am not a talker.

Do not be afraid of no, Who has so far, so very far to go.

Goodness begins simply with the fact of life itself.

Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love.

One reason cats are happier than people is that they have no newspapers.

Poetry is life distilled.

Reading is important – read between the lines. Don’t swallow everything.

Art hurts. Art urges voyages – and it is easier to stay at home.

I am a writer perhaps because I am not a talker. It has always been hard for me to say exactly what I mean in speech But if I have written a clumsiness, I may erase it.

Distorted realities have always been my cup of tea.

All alone! Whether you like it or not, alone is something you’ll be quite a lot!

Sometimes, you want to meet somebody like yourself – who had an equally incredible life.

Don’t beg anybody for anything, especially love.

I’m not a body with a soul, I’m a soul that has a visible part called the body.

What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.

People cry not because they’re weak, it’s because they’ve been strong for too long.

Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.