I had to see and feel and be with the thing that I wanted to write about.
I wanted to be a writer. I wanted to say something about home.
You've got to bend with the wind or you're broken.
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.
Anytime a child is born, the old people look in his face and ask him if he's the One.
There will always be men struggling to change, and there will always be those who are controlled by the past.