When I only begin to read, I forget I'm on this world. It lifts me on wings with high thoughts.
I was so obsessed and consumed with my grievances that I could not get away from myself and think things out in the light. I was in the grip of that blinding, destructive, terrible thing -- righteous indignation.
The only compensation for the artist is the chance to feed hungry hearts.
Those who were high go down low, and those who've been low go up higher.
I tasted the bread and wine of equality.
If I had never met him I would have dreamed him into being.