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

I love my own culture. I love my African-American culture very deeply, and I know it deserves to be honored. You have to be aware that people are suffering unjustly, and given our own history we have a duty to stand for the people who are being treated like our parents and grandparents and children were treated.

In search of my mother's garden, I found my own.

We writers - we're the snowflakes of the literary world. We each have our own shape.

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.

What the mind doesn't understand, it worships or fears.

Like I said...fine with me.