The world is a possibility if only you'll discover it.

Meaning grows in the mind, but the shape and form of the act remains.

Perhaps to lose a sense of where you are implies the danger of losing a sense of who you are.

I denounce because though implicated and partially responsible, I have been hurt to the point of abysmal pain, hurt to the point of invisibility. And I defend because in spite of it all, I find that I love.

The act of writing requires a constant plunging back into the shadow of the past where time hovers ghostlike.

For, like almost everyone else in our country, I started out with my share of optimism. I believed in hard work and progress and action, but now, after first being 'for' society and then 'against' it, I assign myself no rank or any limit, and such an attitude is very much against the trend of the times. But my world has become one of infinite possibilities. What a phrase - still it's a good phrase and a good view of life, and a man shouldn't accept any other; that much I've learned underground. Until some gang succeeds in putting the world in a strait jacket, its definition is possibility.

Power, for the writer....lies in his ability to reveal if only a little bit more about the complexity of humanity.