The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect.

All slang is metaphor, and all metaphor is poetry.

My mother wouldn't allow me to speak slang when I was growing up. But when I got outside, around my friends, it was 'Yo' and 'That's the joint' and 'Yo, what's up?' So I had my game for my friends and my game for my mom.

I'm really fascinated by lingos and colloquialisms that are outmoded and have gone by the wayside. I love the way people spoke in the '30s, and the amazing slang of the mid-'60s and '70s.

Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves spits on its hands and goes to work.

The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect.

All slang is metaphor and all metaphor is poetry.

I love learning about different dialects and I own all sorts of regional and time-period slang dictionaries. I often browse through relevant ones while writing a story. I also read a lot of diaries and oral histories.