I swear to the Lord, I still can’t see, why Democracy means, everybody but me.
I swear to the Lord, I still can’t see, why Democracy means, everybody but me.
When peoples care for you and cry for you, they can straighten out your soul.
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun?… Or does it explode?
Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.
An artist must be free to choose what he does, certainly, but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose.
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