What, what am I to do with all of this life?

Books are meat and medicine and flame and flight and flower steel, stitch, cloud and clout, and drumbeats on the air.

I think there are things for all of us to do as long as we're here and we're healthy.

Do not desire to fit in. Desire to oblige yourselves to lead.

I am a writer perhaps because I am not a talker. It has always been hard for me to say exactly what I mean in speech But if I have written a clumsiness, I may erase it.

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

I know that the Black emphasis must be not against white but FOR Black.