Children like their mothers especially to be standing still and watching them, even if they are sleeping. At least that's how I felt. There's nothing wrong with the self-interest of children; it's just the way they are.

Here I am, a product of something really vicious, product of the Atlantic slave trade. And yet, I give nary a thought to some of the awful things happening right now in the world.

Friendship is a simple thing, and yet complicated; friendship is on the surface, something natural, something taken for granted, and yet underneath one could find worlds.

A professional writer is a joke. You write because you can't do anything else, and then you have another job.

I would never never read a work of fiction and want to know about the person's life.

Why is a picture of something real eventually more exciting than the thing itself?

My disappointments stand up and grow ever taller. They will not be lost to me.