You must run around like a crazy person or walk sedately honoring the dead.

In my work and in myself I reflect black people, women and men, as I reflect others. One day even the most self-protective ones will look into the mirror I provide and not be afraid.

I'm one in what I do and what I say and what I believe.

My work is about my life, and what I want to do with it.

It has become a common feeling, I believe, as we have watched our heroes falling over the years, that our own small stone of activism, which might not seem to measure up to the rugged boulders of heroism we have so admired, is a paltry offering toward the building of an edifice of hope. Many who believe this choose to withhold their offerings out of shame. This is the tragedy of the world. For we can do nothing substantial toward changing our course on the planet, a destructive one, without rousing ourselves, individual by individual, and bringing our small, imperfect stones to the pile.

You have to steal back yourself. You have to steal back your own mind. Meditation helps in that area.

I feel I am a child that's lost its mother. I feel like a calf whose mother has gone off to slaughter.