On “the Negro’s ambivalent relation to the Jew.”
On police brutality in New York and the race riots of 1964.
“Since we live in an age in which silence is not only criminal but suicidal, I have been making as much noise as I can…”
“No one works better out of anguish at all; that’s an incredible literary conceit.”
During a train ride, a man reflects on his past lovers.
"I have not thought of that boy—Joey—for many years; but I see him quite clearly tonight. It was several years ago. I was still in my teens, he was about my age, give or take a year. He was a very nice boy, too, very quick and dark, and always laughing. For a while he was my best friend. Later, the idea that such a person could have been my best friend was proof of some horrifying taint in me. So I forgot him. But I see him very well tonight."