I believe racism has killed more people than speed, heroin, or cancer, and will continue to kill until it is no more.

I was so mad you could have boiled a pot of water on my head.

It becomes almost second nature to be on guard against the creative pattern of our own thought.

writing is a labor of love and also an act of defiance, a way to light a candle in a gale wind.

Everybody's got some sin, but if it troubles your heart you're a gentle sinner, just a good soul gone wrong.

Where did we get the idea of insultin' folks by pointin' out their age? ... It seems that we think youth is some special accomplishment brought about by the individual himself!

Thoughts can hurt like real pain.