Who Knows But That, On

The Truth Is The Light And The Light Is The Truth.

By And Large, The Critics And Readers Gave Me An Affirmed Sense Of My Identity As A Writer. You Might Know This Within Yourself, But To Have It Affirmed By Others Is Of Utmost Importance. Writing Is, After All, A Form Of Communication.

The World Is A Possibility If Only You'll Discover It.

The Blues Is An Art Of Ambiguity, An Assertion Of The Irrepressibly Human Over All Circumstances, Whether Created By Others Or By One's Own Human Failing.

Whence All This Passion Toward Conformity Anyway? – Diversity Is The Word. Let Man Keep His Many Parts And You'll Have No Tyrant States . Why, If They Follow This Conformity Business They'll End Up By Forcing Me, An Invisible Man, To Become White, Which Is Not A Color But The Lack Of One. Must I Strive Toward Colorlessness? But Seriously, And Without Snobbery, Think Of What The World Would Lose If That Should Happen. America Is Woven Of Many Strands. I Would Recognize Them And Let It So Remain.