If I’d a knowed more, I would a loved more.

At some point in life, the world's beauty becomes enough.

It was my father who could do no wrong. So I didn't think of it as, oh, look, my father's a violent man.

Literature, it seems to me, is wisdom.

they ran in the sunlight, creating their own breeze which pressed their dresses into their damp skin. Reaching a kind of square of four locked trees which promised cooling; they flung themselves into the shade to taste their lip sweat and contemplate the wildness that had come upon them so suddenly

Occasionally, as children, we might figure out how to call somebody a name, and they would figure out how to call us. But it wasn't - it was so light. It was so fluffy. I didn't really have a strong awareness of segregation and the separation of races until I left Lorain, Ohio.

Write about something you don't know. And don't be scared, ever.