What I'm Fighting For Now In My

She Was Afraid To Suggest To Him That To Most People, Nothing "happens." That Most People Merely Live From Day To Day Until They Die. That, After He Had Been Dead A Year, Doubtless Fewer Than Five People Would Think Of Him Oftener Than Once A Year. That There Might Even Come A Year When No One On Earth Would Think Of Him At All.

Life Must Be Aromatic. There Must Be Scent, Somehow There Must Be Some.

Don't Let Anyone Call You A Minority If You're Black Or Hispanic Or Belong To Some Other Ethnic Group. You're Not Less Than Anybody Else.

I Shall Create! If Not A Note, A Hole./if Not An Overture, A Desecration.

Exhaust The Little Moment / Soon It Dies.