Without the possibility of action, all knowledge comes to one labeled 'file and forget.'

Having tried to give pattern to the chaos which lives within the pattern of your certainties, I must come out, I must emerge.

I am not ashamed of my grandparents for having been slaves. I am only ashamed of myself for having at one time being ashamed.

I suspect that all the agony that goes into writing is borne precisely because the writer longs for acceptance-but it must be acceptance on his own terms.

To hell with being ashamed of what you liked.

If only all the contradictory voices shouting in my head would calm down and sing a song in unison, whatever it was I wouldn't care as long as they sang without dissonance.

I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me.