I Like Melancholy. I Like To Pretend

My Disappointments Stand Up And Grow Ever Taller. They Will Not Be Lost To Me.

The People Who Invented Race, Who Grouped Us Together As "black," Were Inventing And Categorizing Their Ability To Do Something Vicious And Wrong.

I'm Sometimes Afraid I'll Cross A Line And It'll Be Difficult To Come Back, Say, To Dinner.

I Had Come To Feel That My Mother's Love For Me Was Designed Solely To Make Me Into An Echo Of Her; And I Didn't Know Why, But I Felt That I Would Rather Be Dead Than Become Just An Echo Of Someone.

I Didn't Know It Was Possible To Be Successful As A Writer, So I Wasn't Afraid To Fail.