The first of the month falls every month, too, North or South. And them white folks who sends bills never forgets to send them-the phone bill, the furniture bill, the water bill, the gas bill, insurance, house rent.

Life is an egg you have to be patient and careful with it or it will break.

Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.

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.

The only way to get a thing done is to start to do it, then keep on doing it, and finally you'll finish it.

So since I'm still here livin', I guess I will live on. I could've died for love-- But for livin' I was born.

Keep your hand on the plow. Hold on.