I write not only what I want to read...I write all the things I should have been able to read.

If art doesn't make us better, then what on earth is it for.

Well, sometime Mr —— git on me pretty hard. I have to talk to Old Maker. But he my husband. I shrug my shoulders. This life soon be over, I say. Heaven last all ways. You ought to bash Mr —— head open, she say. Think bout heaven later.

Artists are messengers whose responsibility is to unite the world -- a faith that will lead not to destruction but to transformation.

I realized I was a country person - I'm just not used to small spaces.

The only way to solace anyone who loved you in life is to be a good memory

Womanist is to feminist as purple is to lavender.