We looked at each other, and I could see in those big reddened eyes that he was not going to scream. He was full of anger - and who could blame him? - but he was no fool. He needed me, and he wanted me here, if only to insult me.

The Six Golden Rules of Writing: Read, read, read, and write, write, write.

Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?

Today I must write a paragraph or a page better than I did yesterday.

You learn from music, from watching great athletes at work - how disciplined they are, how they move. You learn these things by watching a shortstop at work, how he concentrates on one thing at a time. You learn from classic music, from the blues and jazz, from bluegrass. From all this, you learn how to sustain a great line without bringing in unnecessary words.

I still don't even know if the sheriff will let me see him. And suppose he did; what then? What do I say to him? Do I know what a man is? Do I know how a man is supposed to die? I'm still trying to find out how a man should live. Am I supposed to tell someone how to die who has never lived?

A myth is an old lie that people believe in. White people believe that they're better than anyone else on earth - and that's a myth.