I'm going to quit writing.

I had to satisfy the action fans, the romantic fans, the intellectual fans. It was a terrific burden.

I never had an occasion to question color, therefore, I only saw myself as what I was... a human being.

I was born two months early, and everyone had given up on me. But my mother insisted on my life.

I was not the kind of a principal player that was so in demand that eight or 10 or 12 scripts came per month.

Forgiveness works two ways, in most instances. People have to forgive themselves too. The powerful have to forgive themselves for their behavior. That should be a sacred process.

We suffer pain, we hang tight to hope, we nurture expectations, we are plagued occasionally by fears, we are haunted by defeats and unrealized hopes . . . The hoplessness of which I speak is not limited.