With a twitching nose A dog reads a telegram On a wet tree trunk. - Richard Wright

He came like a sledgehammer, like a giant out of the mountain with a sledgehammer, writing with a sledgehammer...

I did not act in this fashion deliberately; I did not prefer this kind of relationship with people. I wanted a life in which there was a constant oneness of feeling with others, in which the basic emotions of life were shared, in which common memory formed a common past, in which collective hope reflected a national future.

Men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread.