Every native of every place is a potential tourist, and every tourist is a native of somewhere. Every native everywhere lives a life of overwhelming and crushing banality and boredom and desperation and depression, and every deed, good and bad, is an attempt to forget this.

No matter how happy I had been in the past I do not long for it. The present is always the moment for which I love.

I didn't really understand racism because I grew up in an all-black society, so I didn't see how it was possible not to like me!

I wouldn't mind being labeled as "angry," if it wasn't used once again to denigrate and belittle.

None of us seem to think that we should draw a line under what would be a satisfactory amount of wealth.

But you know, where did the Brontes go to college? Where did George Eliot go to college? Where did Thomas Paine or Thomas Jefferson or George Washington go? Did George Washington go to college? This idea which we now have that people ought to have these credentials is really ridiculous. Where did Homer go to college?

In isolation I ruthlessly plow the deep silences, seeking my opportunities like a miner seeking veins of treasures. In what shallow glimmering space shall I find what glimmering glory?