These people yapped loudly of race, of race consciousness, of race pride, and yet suppressed its most delightful manifestations, love of color, joy of rhythmic motion, naive, spontaneous laughter. Harmony, radiance, and simplicity, all the essentials of spiritual beauty in the race they had marked for destructions.

Authors do not supply imaginations, they expect their readers to have their own, and to use it

If sex isn't a joke, what is it?

Authors do not supply imaginations.

Children aren't everything. There are other things in the world, though I admit some people don't seem to suspect it.

that's what everybody wants, just a little more money, even the people who have it.

Everything can't be explained by some general biological phrase.