A Myth Is An Old Lie That

I Think I'm A Very Religious Person. I Think I Believe In God As Much As Any Man Does. I Don't Only Believe In God, I Know There's God.

Now, About That Mulatto Teacher And Me. There Was No Love There For Each Other. There Was Not Even Respect. We Were Enemies If Anything. He Hated Me, And I Knew It, And He Knew I Knew It. I Didn't Like Him, But I Needed Him, Needed Him To Tell Me Something That None Of The Others Could Or Would.

The Sharecropper May Lower His Eyes, But Not Because He's Less Of A Man. That's Just A Condition Of Society That Such Things Exist.

I Write To Try To Find Out Who I Am. One Of My Main Themes Is Manliness. I Think I'm Trying To Figure Out What Manliness Really Is.

I Knew I Wanted To Be A Writer And I Knew If I Had A Wife And Family, I Would Neglect Something, And I Was Afraid It Wouldn't Be The Writing.