I Blundered Into Writing.

I Am Not Ashamed Of My Grandparents For Having Been Slaves. I Am Only Ashamed Of Myself For Having At One Time Being Ashamed.

The Truth Is The Light And The Light Is The Truth.

And My Problem Was That I Always Tried To Go In Everyone's Way But My Own.

God Is Love, I Said, But Art's The Possibility Of Forms, And Shadows Are The Source Of Identity.

That Which We Remember Is, More Often Than Not, That Which We Would Like To Have Been; Or That Which We Hope To Be. Thus Our Memory And Our Identity Are Ever At Odds; Our History Ever A Tale Told By Inattentive Idealists.