Generally, I Tend To Despise Human Behavior

My Father Was A Poor Man, Very Poor In A British Colonial Possession Where Class And Race Were Very Important.

I'd Seen My Father. He Was A Poor Man, And I Watched Him Do Astonishing Things.

I Was Born Two Months Early, And Everyone Had Given Up On Me. But My Mother Insisted On My Life.

Since I Couldn't Actuate The Things That I Wanted To Do, The Only Weapon I Had Was To Say No.

We Suffer Pain, We Hang Tight To Hope, We Nurture Expectations, We Are Plagued Occasionally By Fears, We Are Haunted By Defeats And Unrealized Hopes . . . The Hoplessness Of Which I Speak Is Not Limited.