Tomorrow Exists Even Though I May Not

One Day I Was Living Silently In A Personal Hell, Without Anyone To Tell What I Felt, Without Even Knowing That The Feelings I Had Were Possible To Have; And Then One Day I Was Not Living Like That At All. I Had Begun To See The Past Like This: There Is A Line; You Can Draw It Yourself, Or Sometimes It Gets Drawn For You; Either Way, There It Is, Your Past, A Collection Of People You Used To Be And Things You Used To Do. Your Past Is The Person You No Longer Are, The Situations You Are No Longer In.

I'll Read Anything. In Fact, I'll Read While I'm Doing Other Things, Which Is Not A Good Idea.

The African-american Is Often Used, And Has Conspired With The Rest Of America To Be Used, As A Diversion From America's Problems. I Wish African-americans Would Stop Contributing To This Sideshow. I Also Wish All African-americans Would Cease To Sing And Dance Just For A Generation. I Think We Provide Too Much Entertainment.

Love And Hatred Don't Take Turns; They Exist Side By Side At The Same Time. And One's Duty, One's Obligation Every Day, Is To Choose To Follow The Nobler One.

For Me, Writing Isn't A Way Of Being Public Or Private; It's Just A Way Of Being. The Process Is Always Full Of Pain, But I Like That. It's A Reality, And I Just Accept It As Something Not To Be Avoided. This Is The Life I Have. This Is The Life I Write About.