Garlic, Like Perfume, Must Be Used With

Living Was No Longer The Grief Behind Him, But The Anxiety Ahead.

Now He Understood. This Was Death. Death Was A Silence That Gave Back No Answer.

It Is Not That Death Comes, But That Life Leaves.

It Is My Conviction That The Personality Of The Writer Has Nothing To Do With The Literate Product Of His Mind. And Publicity In This Case Embarrasses Me Because I Am Acutely Conscious Of How Far Short The Book Falls Of The Artistry I Am Struggling To Achieve. It's Like Being Caught Half-dressed.

No Case Of Libel By A Negro Against A White Would Even Reach A Southern Court.