We Live In Times That Are In

There Will Always Be A Place For Bunnies To Talk In Rhyme, But That's Not What I Do.

His Mind Reeled. Now, Empowered To Ask Questions Of Utmost Rudeness-and Promised Answers-he Could, Conceivably (though It Was Almost Unimaginable), Ask Someone, Some Adult, His Father Perhaps: "do You Lie?" But He Would Have No Way Of Knowing If The Answer He Received Was True.

The Fact That I Lost My Son Permeates My Being.

Our People Made That Choice, The Choice To Go To Sameness. Before My Time, Before The Previous Time, Back And Back And Back. We Relinquished Color When We Relinquished Sunshine And Did Away With Difference. We Gained Control Of Many Things. But We Had To Let Go Of Others.

So Many Of My Books, I Don't Want To Say They Have Messages, But They Have Important Things To Say.