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Every Native Of Every Place Is A Potential Tourist, And Every Tourist Is A Native Of Somewhere. Every Native Everywhere Lives A Life Of Overwhelming And Crushing Banality And Boredom And Desperation And Depression, And Every Deed, Good And Bad, Is An Attempt To Forget This.

Children Like Their Mothers Especially To Be Standing Still And Watching Them, Even If They Are Sleeping. At Least That's How I Felt. There's Nothing Wrong With The Self-interest Of Children; It's Just The Way They Are.

In My Writing I'm Trying To Explore The Violations People Commit Upon Each Other. And The Important Thing Isn't Whether I'm Angry. The More Important Thing Is, Is It True? Do These Things Really Happen?

"race." I Really Can't Understand It As Anything Other Than Something People Say. The People Who Have Said That You And I Are Both "black" And Therefore Deserve A Certain Kind Of Interaction With The World, They Make Race. I Can't Take Them Seriously.

Of Course, Every Time I End A Book, I Look Down At Myself And I'm Just The Same. I'm Always Disappointed That I'm Just The Same, But Not Enough To Never Do It Again!