It pays to know the enemy – not least because at some time you may have the opportunity to turn him into a friend.
To God everything is beautiful, good, and just; humans, however, think some things are unjust and others just.
Whenever something went wrong when I was young – if I had a pimple or if my hair broke – my mom would say, ‘Sister mine, I’m going to make you some soup.’ And I really thought the soup would make my pimple go away or my hair stronger.
We’re talking about the struggle to drag a thought over from the mush of the unconscious into some kind of grammar, syntax, human sense; every attempt means starting over with language. starting over with accuracy.
‘Memory.’ ‘Race.’ ‘Murder.’ That’s what they say about me. I am an elegiac poet. I have some historical questions, and I’m grappling with ways to make sense of history; why it still haunts us in our most intimate relationships with each other, but also in our political decisions.
As often happens during a war, some parts of the country prospered, notwithstanding the constant loss.
If you have some respect for people as they are, you can be more effective in helping them to become better than they are.
If U.S. foreign policy results in massive death and destruction abroad, we cannot feign innocence when some of that destruction is returned.
Some days I feel good about my work, and sometimes I feel I’ve never written anything worthwhile. That’s par for the course.
If a white man had land, and some one should swindle him, that man would try to get it back, and you would not blame him.