Change, when it comes, cracks everything open.

Things come apart so easily when they have been held together with lies.

And while it is true that I got the best woman in the world, I don't think love saves you.

Behind the story I tell is the one I don't...Behind the story you hear is the one I wish I could make you hear.

Change, when it comes, cracks everything open.

Twenty years after we had left so fierce and proud, we were all right back where we had started, yoked to each other and the same old drama.

The horror of class stratification, racism, and prejudice is that some people begin to believe that the security of their families and communities depends on the oppression of others, that for some to have good lives there must be others whose lives are truncated and brutal.