I tend to agree that celibacy for a time is worth considering, for sex is dirty if all it means is winning a man, conquering a woman, beating someone out of something, abusing each other's dignity in order to prove that I am a man, I am a woman.
I tend to agree that celibacy for a time is worth considering, for sex is dirty if all it means is winning a man, conquering a woman, beating someone out of something, abusing each other's dignity in order to prove that I am a man, I am a woman.
The most effective way to do it, is to do it.
Reappraise the past, re-evaluate where we've been, clarify where we are, and predict or anticipate where we are headed....
Writing, like dreams, confronts, pushes you up against the evasions, self-deceptions, investments in opinions and interpretations, the clutter that blinds, that disguises that underlying, all-encompassing design. . .
Our lives preserved. How it was and how it be. Passing it along in the relay. That is what I work to do to produce stories that save our lives.
We have not been scuffling in this waste-howling wildness for the right to be stupid.
Take away the miseries and you take away some folks' reason for living.
The dream is real, my friends. The failure to realize it is the only unreality.
The job of the writer is to make revolution irresistible.
It's a dismally lonely business, writing.
My mother, religious-negro, proud of having waded through a storm, is, very obviously a sturdy bridge that I have crossed over on.
Old folks are the nation.
Revolution begins with the self, in the self.
Writing is a legitimate way, an important way, to participate in the empowerment of the community that names me.
And what is religion, you might ask. It's a technology of living.
I've never been convinced that experience is linear, circular, or even random. It just is. I try to put it in some kind of order to extract meaning from it, to bring meaning to it.
I'll be damned if I want most folks out there to do unto me what they do unto themselves.
When you dream, you dialogue with aspects of yourself that normally are not with you in the daytime and you discover that you know a great deal more than you thought you did.
The story is a piece of work. The novel is a way of life.
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