Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
Writing is a muscle that needs to be exercised.
There's something about a blank page that makes me tingle.
For I am coconut / and the heart of me / is sweeter / than you know.
Each of us is tied, in some fashion, to the past. We are all part of a continuum.
Something about your life always makes its way into your stories. Thats just the nature of the beast.
I'm an artist...The difference is that I don't tell anybody. I refuse to give them new reasons to laugh at me.
It seemed uncanny that words, spread across a page just so, had the power to transport me to another time or place. But they could.
I spent many hours ensconced in the local library, reading - nay, devouring - book after book after book. Books were my soul's delight.
In 'Out of the Dark,' I'm talking about my own life. I'm not talking as a character or speaking as a character. I was not as free as when I write fiction.
In one sense, the stories I read betrayed me. Too few gave me back my mirror image. Fewer still spoke to, or acknowledged, the existence of the problems I faced as a black foster child from a dysfunctional and badly broken home.
Originally I had planned to write just a couple of children's books and then, return the focus on adult literature. A funny thing happened along the way - I kept having new ideas, and then I looked up one day, and 30 years had passed!
When I think of the Harlem Renaissance, I think of bright colors, and bold, dynamic art. African American artists of the period were, in large measure, breaking out of the constrictions white society had set for them. They were claiming and remaking their own images, and doing so in bold and striking ways.
I am particularly conscious of my connection to the poets of the Harlem Renaissance because I, too, am a Black poet, born into, and shaped by, the very community in which those poets of the past produced so much of the work we associate with the Harlem Renaissance. We speak from the same place, both literally and metaphorically.
Look around. Take the tour. Fear hangs on the wall and shame sometimes. Emotional dislocation too. But I am brave in my admission. Are you? When no one is looking, I check to see if anyone seems as scared as me, or lonely, or shy, or insecure. Is it just me? I'm not so sure. Is your heart an onion too? Show me yours, I'll show you mine we used to say. Your turn. Peel away.