We Wait Till Now? Now, When We're

I Was Raised By A Lady That Was Crippled All Her Life But She Did Everything For Me And She Raised Me. She Washed Our Clothes, Cooked Our Food, She Did Everything For Us. I Don't Think I Ever Heard Her Complain A Day In Her Life. She Taught Me Responsibility Towards My Brother And Sisters And The Community.

Now, About That Mulatto Teacher And Me. There Was No Love There For Each Other. There Was Not Even Respect. We Were Enemies If Anything. He Hated Me, And I Knew It, And He Knew I Knew It. I Didn't Like Him, But I Needed Him, Needed Him To Tell Me Something That None Of The Others Could Or Would.

...my Heart May Have Been In It But My Soul Was Not.

The Artist Must Be Like A Heart Surgeon. He Must Approach Something With Sympathy, But With A Sort Of Coldness And Work And Work Until He Finds Some Kind Of Perfection In His Work. You Can't Have Blood Splashing All Over The Place. Things Must Be Done Very Cleanly.

I Think I'm A Very Religious Person. I Think I Believe In God As Much As Any Man Does. I Don't Only Believe In God, I Know There's God.