If I woke up one morning and realized that all I ever was going to be was a business man, I'd probably die. All my dreams would be shattered. Early in life I had many dreams. I dreamed of being a great basketball star. I dreamed of being a preacher. I dreamed of saving the world from war and racism. And I dreamed of being a great poet. Today, I dream only of writing.

Sometimes memory is the only gift we give ourselves and the only hope we have of finding our way home.

Sometimes that which we fear strengthens our spirit and gives us a splash of hope.

Memory is a sly devil that pretends to wear the cloak of truth, but deceives us both in our youth and our age.

God steals my soul.