My Autobiography Was Simply The Story Of

We All Suffer From The Preoccupation That There Exists... In The Loved One, Perfection.

We're All Imperfect, And Life Is Simply A Perpetual, Unending Struggle Against Those Imperfections.

Child Psychologists Have Demonstrated That Our Minds Are Actually Constructed By These Thousands Of Tiny Interactions During The First Few Years Of Life. We Aren't Just What We're Taught. It's What We Experience During Those Early Years - A Smile Here, A Jarring Sound There - That Creates The Pathways And Connections Of The Brain. We Put Our Kids To Fifteen Years Of Quick-cut Advertising, Passive Television Watching, And Sadistic Video Games, And We Expect To See Emerge A New Generation Of Calm, Compassionate, And Engaged Human Beings?

I Never Had An Occasion To Question Color, Therefore, I Only Saw Myself As What I Was... A Human Being.

As A Man, I've Been Representative Of The Values I Hold Dear. And The Values I Hold Dear Are Carryovers From The Lives Of My Parents.