It seems this is an age of clever critics who keep bewailing the fact that there are no works worthy of criticism.
A little thing, like children putting flowers in my hair, can fill up the widening cracks in my self-assurance like soothing lanolin.
I went on all over the States, ranting poems to enthusiastic audiences that, the week before, had been equally enthusiastic about lectures on Railway Development or the Modern Turkish Essay.
Though lovers be lost love shall not.
The only sure weapon against bad ideas is better ideas.
Never be lucid, never state, if you would be regarded great.
As a black person in America, I am twice as likely as a white person to live in an area where air pollution poses the greatest risk to my health. I am five times more likely to live within walking distance of a power plant or chemical facility – which I do.
When you are insane, you are busy being insane – all the time.
We’ve got to decide that we want to live in a world that is sane and happy and healthy, and that everyone deserves that.
If I tried to describe my personality, I’d start to gush about living by the ocean half my life and being brought up on ‘Alice in Wonderland’ and believing in magic for years and years.