Quotes from Harold Courlander

A story is like a feather blowed around by the wind. Some folks see that feather and say, "Oh, there's a feather," that's all. One day a man pick that feather up and weave it into his gbo, the thing that protect his house from bad spirits. The same way with a story. One day a man picks it up and makes it his own. Then it is true.

Yes I am a little bit crazy. But the rest of the human race is mad.

If you are not willing to be a little crazy, go about your business.