I love the natural world - it comes from my culture, which grew out of a people enslaved.

The most important question in the world is, 'Why is the child crying?'

All History is current; all injustice continues on some level, somewhere in the world.

The trouble with our people is as soon as they got out of slavery they didn't want to give the white man nothing else. But the fact is, you got to give em something. Either your money, your land, your woman or your ass.

I am not interested in being a role model, or in fulfilling the expectations of others. I know I am of most use to others and to myself by being this unique self: Nature, I have noticed, is not particularly devoted to copies, and human beings needn't be either.

It no longer bothers me that I may be constantly searching for father figures; by this time, I have found several and dearly enjoyed knowing them all.

The gift of loneliness is sometimes a radical vision of society or one's people that has not previously been taken into account.