I'm mad about the waste that happens when people who love each other can't even bring themselves to talk.

It's better to have your blackness taken away than to stand there and lie about who you actually are. That's the trap.

I can imagine in years to come that my papers and memorabilia, my journals and letters, will find themselves always in the company of people who care about many of the things I do.

People will say to you, "Oh, you are fearless." That is so not true. We should stop saying that about people. It's a slander, really.

You a low down dog is what’s wrong. It’s time to leave you and enter into the creation. And your dead body just the welcome mat I need.

I believe God is everything, say Shug. Everything that is or ever was or ever will be. And when you can feel that, and be happy to feel that, you've found It.

As long as the Earth can make a spring every year, I can.