What happens to a dream deferred?
Misery is when you heard on the radio that the neighborhood you live in is a slum but you always thought it was home.
The rhythm of life is a jazz rhythm
Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love. I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair
I did not believe political directives could be successfully applied to creative writing . . . not to poetry or fiction, which to be valid had to express as truthfully as possible the individual emotions and reactions of the writer.