I think if I could not get myself off my cushion, off my couch, or away from whatever I'm eating - or drinking or partying or whatever - if I couldn't get away from that, I would have a heavy heart.

If I'm killed - if I'm removed - there is nowhere else for me to go but to my ancestors.

I can spend two hours grubbing about in my garden, dazed with pleasure and intent, and it feels like five minutes.

the world has changed: it did not change without your prayers without your faith without your determination to believe in liberation and kindness; without your dancing through the years that had no beat.

I could never live happily in Africa-or anywhere else-until I could live freely in Mississippi.

Healing cannot be done by settling a score.

Honestly, that is the most important thing to me: Can I continue to live up to my own expectations of myself - and not fall back into slacking?