"The true writer, the born writer, will scribble words on scraps of litter, the back of a bus tickets, on the wall of a cell."

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I was in the kitchen drinking coffee when I heard Coretta cry, "Martin, Martin, come quickly!" I put down my cup and ran toward the living room. As I approached the front window Coretta pointed joyfully to a slowly moving bus: "Darling, it's empty!

— Martin Luther King, Jr.