Lay My Head On The

Passion Is Never Enough; Neither Is Skill.

Black Literature Is Taught As Sociology, As Tolerance, Not As A Serious, Rigorous Art Form.

Let Your Face Speak What's In Your Heart.

I Lived In A Little Working-class Town That Had No Black Neighborhoods At All - One High School. We All Played Together. Everybody Was Either Somebody From The South Or An Immigrant From East Europe Or From Mexico. And There Was One Church, And There Were Four Elementary Schools. And We Were All, Pretty Much Until The End Of The War, Very, Very Poor.

When There Is Pain, There Are No Words. All Pain Is The Same.