...and Yet I Am What They Think

Commercial Rock 'n' Roll Music Is A Brutalization Of The Stream Of Contemporary Negro Church Music An Obscene Looting Of A Cultural Expression.

Perhaps Everyone Loved Someone; I Didn't Now, I Couldn't Give Much Thought To Love; In Order To Travel Far You Had To Be Detached, And I Had The Long Road Back To The Campus Before Me.

The Blues Is An Art Of Ambiguity, An Assertion Of The Irrepressibly Human Over All Circumstances, Whether Created By Others Or By One's Own Human Failing.

Perhaps To Lose A Sense Of Where You Are Implies The Danger Of Losing A Sense Of Who You Are.

All Novels Are About Certain Minorities: The Individual Is A Minority.