See now that I, even I am he, and there is no god with me; I kill and I make alive, I wound and I heal, neither is there any can deliver out of my hand.

—DEUTERONOMY 32:39

For though I’m small, I know many things,

And my body is an endless eye

Through which, unfortunately, I see everything.

—GLORIA FUERTES, “NOW”

We on our backs staring at the stars above,

Talking about what we going to be when we grow up,

I said what you wanna be? She said, “Alive.”

—OUTKAST, “DA ART OF STORYTELLIN’ (PART I),” AQUEMINI