In 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. BaldwinLove him and let him love you. Do you think anything else under heaven really matters?
James A. BaldwinYou have to decide who you are and force the world to deal with you, not with its idea of you.
James A. Baldwin