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There Was A Beautiful Time In The Beginning When I Just Did It And Didn't Analyze The Consequences, But I Think That Time Ends In Everyone's Work.

You Know That Great Car-stomach Feeling When You Fly Over A Hump? That Was My Whole Body.

The Library Was Open For One Hour After School Let Out. I Hid There, Looking At Art Books And Reading Poetry.

I've Gotten A Lot Of Livid Letters About The Awfulness Of My Work. I've Never Known What To Make Of It. Why Do People Bother To Write If They Hate What I Do?

The Minute You Understand Racism, You're Responsible For Being Racist. It's Like Eating From The Tree Of Knowledge.