In becoming an American, from Europe, what one has in common with that other immigrant is contempt for me-it's nothing else but color.
Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all.
Everywhere, everywhere, children are the scorned people of the earth.
No one ever talks about the moment you found that you were white. Or the moment you found out you were black. That's a profound revelation. The minute you find that out, something happens. You have to renegotiate everything.
As you enter positions of trust and power, dream a little before you think.
At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough.
