Fiction And Essays Can Create Empathy For

Your Dreams, What You Hope For And All That, It's Not Separate From Your Life. It Grows Right Up Out Of It.

Poor Congo, Barefoot Bride Of Men Who Took Her Jewels And Promised The Kingdom.

It Kills You To See Them Grow Up. But I Guess It Would Kill You Quicker If They Didn't.

Does A Man Become A Revolutionary Out Of The Belief He's Entitled To Joy Rather Than Submission?

Memories Do Not Always Soften With Time; Some Grow Edges Like Knives.