What I Miss Today More Than Anything

Sometimes You Got To Hurt Something To Help Something. Sometimes You Have To Plow Under One Thing In Order For Something Else To Grow.

I Have Learned As Much About Writing About My People By Listening To Blues And Jazz And Spirituals As I Have From Reading Novels. The Understatements In The Tenor Saxophone Of Lester Young, The Crystal, Haunting, Forever Searching Sounds Of John Coltrane, And The Softness And Violence Of Count Basie's Big Band - All Have Fired My Imagination As Much As Anything In Literature.

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.

The Mark Of Fear Is Not Easily Removed.

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