And all we are waiting for is something worth waiting for.
All the inane, meaningless noises people make that pass for intelligent conversation. They might as well be pigs grunting in the pen. (92)
I guess, really thinking about it, I always assumed when you missed someone , it was tangible. . . something real you could grab and hold on to, but it's a not-there feeling.
A piece of writing takes exactly as long as it needs to be done right.
Friendship. . . is like pain. Explaining it is impossible.
That adolescent me, the girl who was, as I remember her, insecure, unsure, dreaming, yearning, longing, that girl who was hard on herself, who was cowardly and brave, who was confused and determined-that girl who was me-still exists. I call on her when I write. I am the me of today-the person who has become a woman, a mother, a writer. Yet I am the me of all those other days as well. I believe in the reality of that past.
As far as rap goes, I grew up in Hollis, Queens, so early influences were people like Run DMC and LL Cool J.
I am an apolitical Prime Minister. Apart from elections, I don't get involved into politics ever.
My own view is that friendship is essential to our becoming who we are. It provides a context within which we can, more or less safely, try different ways of being, different approaches to life, and our friends, to whom we open ourselves and by whom we are willing to be influenced and directed, play a central role in what becomes of us.
I watch every day when we hit and take ground balls and the way we go about our business. If I saw any lackadaisical approach, that would concern me.