The sharecropper may lower his eyes, but not because he's less of a man. That's just a condition of society that such things exist.

And that's all we are Jefferson, all of us on this earth, a piece of drifting wood. until we - each of us, individually- decide to become something else. I am still that piece of drifting wood, and those out there are no better. But you can be better.

There will always be men struggling to change, and there will always be those who are controlled by the past.

I had to see and feel and be with the thing that I wanted to write about.

Sometimes you got to hurt something to help something. Sometimes you have to plow under one thing in order for something else to grow.

You've got to bend with the wind or you're broken.

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