We don't all dig Shakespeare uniformly, or even 'Little Red Riding Hood.' The understanding of art depends finally upon one's willingness to extend one's humanity and one's knowledge of human life.

Injustice wears ever the same harsh face wherever it shows itself.

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

If social protest is antithetical to art, what then shall we make of Goya, Dickens, and Twain?

Life is to be lived, not controlled, and humanity is won by continuing to play in face of certain defeat.

I feel the need to reaffirm all of it, the whole unhappy territory and all the things loved and unloveable in it, for it is all part of me.

If the word has the potency to revive and make us free, it has also the power to bind, imprison and destroy.