People tell me there are a lot of guys like me, which doesn't explain why I'm lonely.
I think the thumb print on the throat of many people is childhood trauma that goes unprocessed and unrecognized.
It does seem terribly unfair that such thousands of people are born and live and die with no past to regret and no future to look forward to.
Eleanor Roosevelt referred to this quotation in her column of June 8, 1936.
All the tears women shed, they leave no mark on the world.
Because our fight has been for such a long time we are isolated from the world, even after reconstruction we don't have much attention from people outside.
When you've been told in ways large and small your whole life that your voice doesn't matter and that you don't count, it's not an easy thing to get over.
There's no perfect life. There's always something going on behind the curtain that people don't know about.
My interest generally is the hidden Americans; the ones who live far away from the headlines.
Sometimes I feel like I represent for the misunderstood.
Kids are falling through the cracks and nobody notices it. That to me is what's wrong with the school system.
An artist may have burdens the ordinary citizen doesn't know, but the ordinary citizen has burdens that many artists never even touch.
I don't come from Lake Wobegon, and that world is not mine. It's not that funny to me. It's funny to other people, and I'm not judging it, but the world that I come from is not considered funny by other people as well. There's so much pain in it.
An abiding preoccupation for me is how much of our lives are invisible and unknown by other people, like the Chekhov story 'The Lady With the Little Dog.'
All the books on my shelves, when I would go to them to look for help with my anguish, they all just seemed so crass. They didn't get it. Those books don't understand. Nobody understands.
I remember having crushes and longings, but there were all these missed opportunities or things that seemed like such a big deal, but you really don't understand what the other person is going through.
It is the stories we don't get, the ones we miss, pass over, fail to recognize, don't pick up on, that will send us to hell.
People say things unintentionally, not realizing that it could hurt someone's feelings because they've just never experienced what you have.
As long as I am nothing but a ghost of the civil dead, I can do nothing.