I thought the whole world was like Lorain.

Sweet, crazy conversations full of half sentences, daydreams and misunderstandings more thrilling than understanding could ever be.

My theory is that the world is a difficult place to live in and distraction is the name of the game.

There is no such thing as race. None. There is just a human race - scientifically, anthropologically. Racism is a construct, a social construct... it has a social function, racism.

Being good to somebody is just like being mean to somebody. Risky. You don't get nothing for it.

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.

Our ancestors are an ever widening circle of hope.