Today I’m traveling to a small town just south of Dallas, TX to look over 44,000 books that someone is offering to sell me.
*I need to remember to bring an extra pair of underwear along.* ;-)
No black woman writer in this culture can write “too much”. Indeed, no woman writer can write “too much”…No woman has ever written enough.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.
Thank you! Cheers!
Novelists tell that piece of truth hidden at the bottom of every lie.
There is something in us, as storytellers and as listeners to stories, that demands the redemptive act, that demands that what falls at least be offered the chance to be restored. The reader of today looks for this motion, and rightly so, but what he has forgotten is the cost of it. His sense of evil is diluted or lacking altogether, and so he has forgotten the price of restoration. When he reads a novel, he wants either his sense tormented or his spirits raised. He wants to be transported, instantly, either to mock damnation or a mock innocence.