“If you want to get your point across, you gotta cuss.”

The kids from the streets don’t want preaching or messages. They want what they can identify with. They want to hear about the reality of their situation, not fairy tales. They don’t care if it’s ugly; they just want reality.

Another murder I committed made the front page.

I have seven children by six different mothers. Maybe success was too good to me.

Movies don’t make people act a fool. People act a fool because they want to act a fool.

The boys in the hood are always hard.

I’m not a registered Republican or Democrat. I don’t even vote.

Get thee behind me Satan, and push me along. I’m kin to the devil.

What the cops did to Rodney King was wrong, and the officers who beat him should be sent straight to prison.

A solution to stop gang banging: SNOW!!

Nuthin’ can avoid this shot ’cause it’s hittin’ It’s so cool when you touch it, wear a mitten

I go to correctional facilities and talk to kids there. They have little kids in there who are, like, 12 years old, stealing cars and stuff like that.

One of the few blessings of living in an age of anxiety is that we are forced to become aware of ourselves.

What are you?” She demanded. “My dad? Osiris? Are you even alive?” Dad looked at Anubis. “What did I tell you about her? Fiercer than Ammit, I said.” “You didn’t need to tell me that.” Anubis’s face was grave. “I’ve learned to fear that sharp tongue.” Sadie looked outraged. “Excuse me?

The inscrutable laws of sex have so arranged that even a timid woman is not afraid of a fierce and haughty man.

Tantra is the hot blood of spiritual practice. It smashes the taboo against unreasonable happiness; a thunderbolt path, swift, joyful, and fierce. There is no authentic Tantra without profound commitment, discipline, courage, and a sense of wild, foolhardy, fearless abandon.

Even as a fierce competitor I try to smile.

I prayed hard and only gradually became aware that this fierce praying was a way of finding prologue and entrance into my own writing. This came as both astonishment and relief. When I thought God had abandoned me,

I do not believe in using women in combat, because females are too fierce.

Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight.