I took up writing to escape the drudgery of that every day cubicle kind of war.

I understood about fear. And I knew better than anyone in that room what Mouse was capable of. But still I had been raised in a place where to show your fear was worse than cowardice. It was suicide, a sin.

I never really thought I'd be successful. I never though I'd get books published, but this was something completely beyond me. The fact that it happened is wonderful, but it is not something that I was aiming for.

Comic books were telling me what life was about. This was how I kind of entered life, through fiction.

My father cared about the world he lived in, and so he admitted his confusion about his place in America because he didn't want me to make the same mistake in my life.

We born dyin'...But you ask a man an' he talk like he gonna live forevah.

A man's bookcase will tell you everything you'll ever need to know about him