Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies. And be it gash or gold it will not come again in this identical guise.

We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon.

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.

Writing is a delicious agony.

It is brave to be involved. To be not fearful to be unresolved.

What shall I give my children? who are poor, / Who are adjudged the leastwise of the land...

Truth-tellers are not always palatable. There is a preference for candy bars.