Meaning Grows In The Mind, But The

When I Discover Who I Am, I'll Be Free.

I Am Nobody But Myself.

Power, For The Writer....lies In His Ability To Reveal If Only A Little Bit More About The Complexity Of Humanity.

Injustice Wears Ever The Same Harsh Face Wherever It Shows Itself.

Some People Are Your Relatives But Others Are Your Ancestors, And You Choose The Ones You Want To Have As Ancestors. You Create Yourself Out Of Those Values.