“I am and always will be the optimist, the hoper of far-flung hopes and the dreamer of improblable dreams.”
“Big flashy things have my name written all over them. Well... not yet, give me time and a crayon.”
“But time's too short to enjoy the moment. Shall we live in the future to allow ourselves to see what the world has to offer? To throw away the chances of now and disregared pain until yesterday?”
“I look around. You'd have to be out of your fucking mind to write, as Marcus did, that Black History Month is a ploy to lever more entitlement money out of Congress, but the ho-hum nonresponse of the white crowd reading this bit of transparent insanity is, to me, even weirder.”
“I wish I were a rose...that you might wear me for a buttonhole bouquet on your journey. But I wonder...would you throw the rose away when it faded?”
“Well, most grown-ups forget what it was like to be a kid. I vowed that I would never forget.”