I Write To Try To Find Out

Don't Tell Me To Believe. Don't Tell Me To Believe In The Same God Or Laws That Men Believe In Who Commit These Murders. Don't Tell Me To Believe That God Can Bless This Country And That Men Are Judged By Their Peers. Who Among His Peers Judged Him? Was I There? Was The Minister There? Was Harry Williams There? Was Farrell Jarreau? Was My Aunt? Was Vivian? No, His Peers Did Not Judge Him, And I Will Not Believe.

The Artist Must Be Like A Heart Surgeon. He Must Approach Something With Sympathy, But With A Sort Of Coldness And Work And Work Until He Finds Some Kind Of Perfection In His Work. You Can't Have Blood Splashing All Over The Place. Things Must Be Done Very Cleanly.

You've Got To Bend With The Wind Or You're Broken.

I Have Learned As Much About Writing About My People By Listening To Blues And Jazz And Spirituals As I Have By Reading Novels.

I Want You To Show Them The Difference Between What They Think You Are And What You Can Be.