To Some People Love Is Given, To

Humor Is Laughing At What You Haven't Got When You Ought To Have It.

What Happens To A Dream Deferred? Does It Dry Up Like A Raisin In The Sun? ... Or Does It Explode?

Life Dosent Frighten Me At All.

Love Is A Naked Shadow, On A Gnarled And Naked Tree.

For My Best Poems Were All Written When I Felt The Worst. When I Was Happy, I Didn't Write Anything.