“I keep making art out of his mistakes.”

My love language is saying no and having them listen to me.

Sometimes the thing that destroys you also kisses you on the forehead.

If home is where the heart is, then I don’t know where to go.

As you buy tampons you will be hit with the realization that you’re still paying in blood.

She spends an eternity as shelter for men who curse her when the storm passes.

When a black girl dies; the last thing to decompose is her heart.

Alone is the safest I have ever felt.

These hands keep a score of everything.

I poured myself from an empty cup but you weren’t even thirsty.

Brown girls are not band aids for your pain.

I am just a bunch of bad decisions glued together.

You look most like your father when you smile. It’s your ultimate betrayal.

You are a multiple choice exam and I have circled all the wrong answers.

Heaven is not something you need to die to get to.

Black don’t crack: It does bruise, though. It does rupture into a new sky.

I wish I was as good at love as I am at falling apart.

The attempt to develop a sense of humor and to see things in a humorous light is some kind of a trick learned while mastering the art of living.

Art is like an ill-trained Labrador retriever that drags you out into traffic.

I’ve always wanted to make a career in the arts, and I think that my only hope at doing that is to make it more about the work.

I enjoy singing my songs in front of people. I enjoy being involved in making the artwork for albums and stupid stuff like that.

The art of living well and the art of dying well are one.

To do a dull thing with style-now that’s what I call art.

The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others.

The terrifying and edible beauty of Art Nouveau architecture.