Anger is better. There is a sense of being in anger. A reality and presence. An awareness of worth. It is a lovely surging.

In becoming an American, from Europe, what one has in common with that other immigrant is contempt for me-it's nothing else but color.

The pieces I am, she gather them and gave them back to me in all the right order.

But to find out the truth about how dreams die, one should never take the word of the dreamer.

The seeds of destruction lie in the definition of "chosen-ness" and can easily blossom into bigotry. It's not inevitable but it needs constant care to avoid.

All important things are hard.

Let your face speak what's in your heart.