I can forgive you for leaving, but not for coming back.

Parents are always more knowledgeable than their children, and children are always smarter than their parents.

But I dig Negroes. I dig them all the way.

And here I am, instead of there. I'm sitting in this library, thousands of miles from my life, writing another letter I know I won't be able to send, no matter how hard I try and how much I want to. How did that boy making love behind that shed become this man writing this letter at this table?

I will describe my eyes and then begin the story. My eyes are blue and resplendent. Now I will begin the story.

Factory farmers talk about their desire to feed the world. That's not what they're doing. They're feeding the world with really, really cheap stuff.

It's a good rule of thumb, it seems to me: if you're not allowed to see where something comes from, don't put it in your mouth.