I've Never Let The Criticism

I Like To Be Depressing. I Feel It's My Duty To Make Everyone A Little Less Happy. You Know That Line In The Declaration Of Independence, "the Pursuit Of Happiness"? I've Come To Think That It Has No Meaning At All. You Cannot Pursue Happiness. And To Think That This Bad Little Sentence Has Determined Our Lives.

But No Longer Could I Aks God What To Do, Since The Answer, I Was Sure, Would Not Suit Me. I Could Do What Suited Me Know, As Long As I Could Pay For It. 'as Long As I Could Pay For It.' That Phrase Soon Became The Tail That Wagged My Dog. If I Had Died Then, It Should Have Been My Epigraph.

I Didn't Really Understand Racism Because I Grew Up In An All-black Society, So I Didn't See How It Was Possible Not To Like Me!

It's Not That I'm A Very Good Person. It's That I Think I Should At Least Look At The Ways In Which I Am Not A Good Person, The Ways In Which I So Readily Become The Person Who Would Not Notice That The Wonderful Clothing I'm Wearing Someone Is Probably Dying For.

I Can't Get Upset About 'offensive To Women' Or 'offensive To Blacks' Or 'offensive To Native Americans' Or 'offensive To Jews' ... Offend! I Can't Get Worked Up About It. Offend!