Like Father Like Son, Like Mother Like

Once You Cease To Be A Master, Once You Throw Off Your Master's Yoke, You Are No Longer Human Rubbish, You Are A Human Being, And All The Things That Adds Up To. So, Too, With The Slaves. Once They Are No Longer Slaves, Once They Are Free, They Are No Longer Noble And Exalted; They Are Just Human Beings.

I Would Never Never Read A Work Of Fiction And Want To Know About The Person's Life.

If I'd Thought That Nobody Would Like It As I Was Writing It, I Would Have Written It Even More. But I Never Think Of The Audience. I Never Think Of People Reading. I Never Think Of People, Period.

The Shadow Of My Mother Danced Around The Room To A Tune That My Own Shadow Sang.

I Was Given A Dictionary When I Was Seven, And I Read It Because I Had Nothing Else To Read. I Read It The Way You Read A Book.