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I Like The Sound Of People's Voices, And I Think What A Man Says Can Very Well Tell What He's Thinking, Whether He's Lying Or Not.

We Looked At Each Other, And I Could See In Those Big Reddened Eyes That He Was Not Going To Scream. He Was Full Of Anger - And Who Could Blame Him? - But He Was No Fool. He Needed Me, And He Wanted Me Here, If Only To Insult Me.

Today I Must Write A Paragraph Or A Page Better Than I Did Yesterday.

A Myth Is An Old Lie That People Believe In. White People Believe That They're Better Than Anyone Else On Earth - And That's A Myth.

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.