Unless A Writer Is Extremely Old When

People Who Believe That They Are Strong-willed And The Masters Of Their Destiny Can Only Continue To Believe This By Becoming Specialists In Self-deception.

An Identity Would Seem To Be Arrived At By The Way In Which The Person Faces And Uses His Experience.

People Are Trapped In History And History Is Trapped In Them.

Not Only Was I Not Born To Be A Slave; I Was Not Born To Hope To Become The Equal Of The Slave Master.

There Are People In The World For Whom "coming Along" Is A Perpetual Process, People Who Are Destined Never To Arrive.