My metaphor is that evil always has a top hat and a cape, and goodness is over there in the corner. For me it's just too easy, if you hate your country or your wife, so you kill them. You can't think through that, you can't feel through that, you can't do the work. And now we have guns. Solution? I don't think so.

Anything dead coming back to life hurts.

the hopelessness that comes from knowing too little and feeling too much (so brittle, so dry he is in danger of the reverse: feeling nothing and knowing everything)

Don't tell us what to believe, what to fear. Show us belief's wide skirt and the stitch that unravels fear's caul.

Much handled things are always soft(27).

Everywhere, everywhere, children are the scorned people of the earth.

If a Negro got legs he ought to use them. Sit down too long, somebody will figure out a way to tie them up.