You've got to bend with the wind or you're broken.

Don't tell me to believe. Don't tell me to believe in the same God or laws that men believe in who commit these murders. Don't tell me to believe that God can bless this country and that men are judged by their peers. Who among his peers judged him? Was I there? Was the minister there? Was Harry Williams there? Was Farrell Jarreau? Was my aunt? Was Vivian? No, his peers did not judge him, and I will not believe.

Anytime a child is born, the old people look in his face and ask him if he's the One.

When I'm sitting in the church alone, I can hear singing of the old people. I can hear their singing and I can hear their praying, and sometimes I hum one of their songs.

I believe that the writer should tell a story. I believe in plot. I believe in creating characters and suspense.

Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?

I want you to show them the difference between what they think you are and what you can be.