Not everything that is faced can be changed. But nothing can be changed until it is faced.
James A. BaldwinHe leaned up a little and watched her face. Her face would now be, forever, more mysterious and impenetrable than the face of any stranger. Strangers' faces hold no secrets because the imagination does not invest them with any. But the face of a lover is an unknown precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment.
James A. BaldwinThere is something terribly radical about believing that one's own experience and images are important enough to speak about, much less to write about and to perform
James A. BaldwinIn the invincible and indescribable squalor of Harlem ... I was tormented. I felt caged, like an animal. I wanted to escape. I felt if I did not get out I would slowly strangle.
James A. Baldwin