Deep, deep trouble. Can't rival the dead for love. Lose every time.

I guess I'm depressed. I don't know. I can't explain it. Part of it is the irritability of being 84, and part of it is being not as physically strong as I once was. And part of it is my misunderstanding, I think, of what's going on in the world.

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

I wanted to separate color from race. Distinguishing color - light, black, in-between - as the marker for race is really an error.

It seems to me everything Shakespeare did was political.

A bestseller is a book that non-book buyers buy

Liberation means you don't have to be silenced.