Old As He Was, He Still Missed

The Music In His Laughter Had A Way Of Rounding Off The Missing Notes In Her Soul.

Why Do I Write? The Truth, The Unvarnished Truth, Is That I Haven't A Clue.

There Is A Problem In America. An Irish Or Polish American Can Write A Story And It's An American Story. When A Black American Writes A Story, It's Called A Black Story. I Take Exception To That. Every Artist Has Articulated To His Own Experience. The Problem Is That Some People Do Not See Blacks As Americans.

Not Only Is Your Story Worth Telling, But It Can Be Told In Words So Painstakingly Eloquent That It Becomes A Song.

Words Themselves Are Innocuous; It Is The Consensus That Gives Them True Power.