...and yet I am what they think I am.
It takes a deep commitment to change and an even deeper commitment to grow.
The truth is the light and the light is the truth.
Had the price of looking been blindness, I would have looked.
I am not ashamed of my grandparents for having been slaves. I am only ashamed of myself for having at one time being ashamed.
The act of writing requires a constant plunging back into the shadow of the past where time hovers ghostlike.