“Color me gold when my vulnerability only lets me show silver.”
“A writer should show the silver in his hands neither as bronze nor as gold; the gist of the matter is to show silver as silver.”
“And therefore, Uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that [Christmas] has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!”
“You have seen me at my worst and at my weakest. Let me show you my best.”
“When people like me, they like me "in spite of my color." When they dislike me; they point out that it isn't because of my color. Either way, I am locked in to the infernal circle.”
“Lord, let me write,leave me autistic and typinguntil my windows bust into a thousand silver dovesand I know the poem is done.”