I think that is supposed to be good, that I get less from him but I feel worthless.

I never realizedtill nowhow hard the brain has to workto make the body do what it asks.Or maybe how hard the body has to workto ignorethe brain.

Or maybe I am justoutside enough, being the footstool observing from the corner, that I have a view of reality.

Not scared.But excited in thatjiggering-on-too-much-hot-saucekind of waythat it's time tostep outof my old framework, raw and amorphous, to become something I've never thought of before.

Then why don't I tell on him?If they don't, why don't I?Because.Because I am safe this way, silent unnoticed.

You've always been skinny, always will." I can feeleachreclusivebonepoke through, the bones of Embarrassment, Anger, Relief.I push some back in, but leaveAngersticking out.

Why am I not good enough?At least he loves Darren and Yaichain some wayeven if it's horrible, he shows them attentionand I am furnitureI get nothing nothingnothingno thing

Love is the purest form of a soul at peace.

Me only have one ambition, y'know. I only have one thing I really like to see happen. I like to see mankind live together - black, white, Chinese, everyone - that's all.

Jesus could weep. Sometimes when you look at the ugliness that makes you weep, you know that the heart of God is also weeping. Jesus is for real. He does not give up on anyone, least of all on me.

If you focus too much on development of the visual angle, it could be a detriment to what you're doing musically.

It is a high for me. It is my biggest and most satisfying deal.

I want there to be an open and positive debate about the path the country will now take. Whatever the verdict of that debate I will respect it.

Eighty and six years have I served Him, and He never did me any injury: how then can I blaspheme my King and my Savior?

Careers, children and homemaking all come above preserving your appearance. Self-preservation is at the bottom of the scale.

We must love our neighbor as being made in the image of God and as an object of His love.

I have a pretty good sense of when to express misgivings. And white critics are just as capable of pointing those things out and noticing them as people of color.