All Thinking Is Done With The Glands.

A Man With A Credit Card Is In Hock To His Own Image Of Himself.

Now Each One Of Us, Black Or White, Is A Symbol. The War Is Out In The Open And The Skin Color Is A Uniform. All The Deep And Basic Similarities Of The Human Condition Are Forgotten So That We Can Exaggerate The Few Differences That Exist.

It's No Good Telling Somebody They're Trying Too Hard. It's Very Much Like Ordering A Child To Go Stand In A Corner For A Half Hour And Never Once Think About Elephants.

I Want Story, Wit, Music, Wryness, Color, And A Sense Of Reality In What I Read, And I Try To Get It In What I Write.

If The Cards Are Stacked Against You, Reshuffle The Deck.