I Think I'm A Very Religious Person.

When I'm Sitting In The Church Alone, I Can Hear Singing Of The Old People. I Can Hear Their Singing And I Can Hear Their Praying, And Sometimes I Hum One Of Their Songs.

I Write With As Much Objectivity As I Can.

I Have Learned As Much About Writing About My People By Listening To Blues And Jazz And Spirituals As I Have By Reading Novels.

Everything's Been Said, But It Needs Saying Again.

I Still Don't Even Know If The Sheriff Will Let Me See Him. And Suppose He Did; What Then? What Do I Say To Him? Do I Know What A Man Is? Do I Know How A Man Is Supposed To Die? I'm Still Trying To Find Out How A Man Should Live. Am I Supposed To Tell Someone How To Die Who Has Never Lived?