A divine great spirit put awe-words on my mind

A few weeks after the worst day, I started writing lots of letters. I don't know why, but it was one of the only things that made my boots lighter.

One day I have a revelation. ‘I think we’re actually quite compatible, ’ I tell him. ‘You’re irritable, and I’m irritating.

Now is the time to keep the promise of equal pay for an equal day's work, because I want my daughters to have exactly the same opportunities as your sons.

There is no joy in life like the joy of sharing.

What else has a journalist to do these days, after all, but report life's miseries?

Why should I live? Why should I do anything? Is there in life any purpose which the inevitable death that awaits me does not undo and destroy?

Honest people, knowledgeable people, really well-informed people can have very different views about what the right measures are on national security.

I feel that my advances in the business world will shatter a lot of white myths about black athletes-and give some pride and hope to a lot of young blacks.

My favorite form is the short story. From an aesthetics stand point you really have to pare down to the bone. You can't write a throw-away scene.

Were the superfluities of a nation valued, and made a perpetual tax or benevolence, there would be more alms-houses than poor, schools than scholars, and enough to spare for government besides.