I Tell Myself Lies And Soon I

It's Been A Privilege To Write For You And To Have You Accept Me As A Storyteller In Your Lives, Now, As My Story Draws To An End, May I Say Only, `thank You. You Have Been Simply Wonderful'.

Words Are Like Diamonds. Polish Them Too Much, And All You Get Are Pebbles.

Racism Does Not Diminish With Brains, It's A Disease, A Sickness, It May Incubate In Ignorance But It Doesn't Necessarily Disappear With The Gaining Of Wisdom!

People Say I Don't Write Books, I Make Christmas Presents.

I Knew Then That The Person On The Outside Was Only A Shell, A Presence To Be Seen And Provoked. Inside Was The Real Me, Where My Tears Joined The Tears Of All The Sad People To Form The Three Waterfalls In The Night Country.