...my heart may have been in it but my soul was not.

I knew I wanted to be a writer and I knew if I had a wife and family, I would neglect something, and I was afraid it wouldn't be the writing.

How do people come up with a date and a time to take life from another man? Who made them God?

Words mean nothing. Action is the only thing. Doing. That's the only thing.

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.

But let us say he was (guilty). Let us for a moment say he was (guilty). What justice would there be to take his life? Justice, gentlemen? Why, I would just as soon put a hog in the electric chair as this.

We all have much more in common than we have difference. I would say that about people all over the world. They don't know how much in common that they have