I shall create! If not a note, a hole./If not an overture, a desecration.

Very early in life I became fascinated with the wonders language can achieve. And I began playing with words.

With melted opals for my milk, Pearl-leaf for my cracker.

I felt that I had to write. Even if I had never been published, I knew that I would go on writing, enjoying it and experiencing the challenge.

I don't like the idea of the black race being diluted out of existence. I like the idea of all of us being here.

And if sun comes / How shall we greet him? / Shall we not dread him, / Shall we not fear him / After so lengthy a / Session with shade?

I swear to keep the dead upon my mind, / Disdain for all time to be overglad.