I could even feel how perishable all my moments really were, how all my life they had come to me begging to be lived, to be cherished even.

If you aren't giving people something to talk about, you've become too dull.

From now on when people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I planned to say, Amnesiac.

Sometimes you want to fall on your knees and thank God in heaven for all the poor news reporting that goes on in the world.

You gotta imagine what's never been.

I vividly remember the summer of 1964 with its voter registration drives, boiling racial tensions, and the erupting awareness of the cruelty of racism. I was never the same after that summer.

People in general would rather die than forgive. It's THAT hard. If God said in plain language. "I'm giving you a choice, forgive or die," a lot of people would go ahead and order their coffin.