Perhaps for the purposes of war racial differences had been buried, but certainly in no deep grave.

Prejudice is a seeping, dark stain, I think, more difficult to fight than hatred-which is powerful and violent and somehow more honest.

You can never tell what will happen to a theory before you can get around to using it.

Folks think that children will make up for all they ought to do and haven't done.

Real separation, to me, is the death of love. Any other - parting - well, it just isn't real.

Any fear is always worse than the thing itself.

if some folks have buried their racial prejudices, the chances are that they've got the graves marked and will have no trouble disinterring their pet hates.

At first trouble is a new experience - gradually you learn that - that it isn't fatal.

Breath is the door to the heart and soul. It moves chi and energizes cells.

That's the thing about parents. They ask what you think, but they don't really care, or at least they don't care enough to let it affect the outcome.

I have no dating life.

I've never had a treehouse because I live in New York City. It would be a little bit hard to fit a treehouse in a New York City apartment.

Love, like reputation, once fled, never returns more.

Married life is a simpler life. Who I spend my time with is established in advance.

I used to spend every morning in detention at my old school.

I will walk by faith, even when I cannot see.

One of the pluses of getting older is you set some limits.

When everything seems to be set to show me off as intelligent, the fool I always keep hidden takes over all that I say.