All Writers Write About The Past, And

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?

The Sharecropper May Lower His Eyes, But Not Because He's Less Of A Man. That's Just A Condition Of Society That Such Things Exist.

How Do People Come Up With A Date And A Time To Take Life From Another Man? Who Made Them God?

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

All Writers Write About The Past, And I Try To Make It Come Alive So You Can See What Happened.