I've always written. There's a journal which I kept from about 9 years old. The man who gave it to me lived across the street from the store and kept it when my grandmother's papers were destroyed. I'd written some essays. I loved poetry, still do. But I really, really loved it then.

Facts can obscure the truth.

The only way you can be a mark is if you want something for nothing. If you're greedy, you're set up.

Christians already? It seems to me that it takes a lifetime of work.

No human being can be more human than another human being. I liberate you from my ignorance.

It's very important to know the neighbor next door and the people down the street and the people in another race.

When I'm writing, I write. And then it's as if the muse is convinced that I'm serious and says, 'Okay. Okay. I'll come.'