First Fight. Then Fiddle.

I Think It Must Be Lonely To Be God. Nobody Loves A Master. No.

I Am Interested In Telling My Particular Truth As I Have Seen It.

Each Body Has Its Art.

The Civil Rights Situation Is Like A Pregnancy. It Will Get Worse, I Believe, Before It Gets Better. What The Usual Pregnancy Comes To Is A Decent Baby. That Is What We All Hope Will Be The End Product Of This Stress. It Is Customary, At The End Of A Pregnancy, To Have For Your Pains A Decent Baby.

I Am A Writer Perhaps Because I Am Not A Talker.