I Abhor The Idea Of A Perfect

Most Of My Inspiration, If That's The Word, Came From Books Themselves.

A Combination Of All That Was Best In The Gladdest Days Of The Departing Year.

When You Grow Up In A Totally Segregated Society, Where Everybody Around You Believes That Segregation Is Proper, You Have A Hard Time. You Can't Believe How Much It's A Part Of Your Thinking.

A Fact Is Not A Truth Until You Love It.

North Was Only A Direction Indicated By A Compass--if A Man Had One, That Is, For Otherwise There Was No North Or South Or East Or West; There Was Only The Brooding Desolation.