Until I Was 42, I Could Fit

The Loneliness Of Writing Is That You Baffle Your Friends And Change The Lives Of Strangers.

Evil Is The Refusal To See One's Self In Others.

I Don't Mind Arguing With Myself. It's When I Lose That It Bothers Me.

We Will Live With Racism For Ever. But Senses Of Self, Senses Of Belonging, Senses Of Us And Of Others? Those Are Up For Grabs.

The Thing That Makes Reading And Writing Suspect In The Eyes Of The Market Economy Is That It's Not Corrupted.