A man was the sum of his limits; freedom only made him see how much so.

I'm trying to give people an idea of what black looks like and what white looks like before I introduce them to gray.

Many women tend toward the interdependent end of things, we tend to see ourselves in relationship to others to a far greater degree than men.

Anything is possible. A man is what he makes up his mind to be.

That there should be a purpose to suffering, that a person should be chosen for it, special - these are houses of the mind, in which whole peoples have found shelter.

A white person was by definition somebody. Other people needed, across their hearts, one steel rib.

I like to listen. I'm much more interested in listening than in speaking, for sure.