In order for this to happen, your entire frame of reference will have to change, and you will be forced to surrender many things that you now scarcely know you have.

Everyone wishes to be loved, but in the event, nearly no one can bear it. Everyone desires love but also finds it impossible to believe that he deserves it.

Not only was I not born to be a slave; I was not born to hope to become the equal of the slave master.

What passes for identity in America is a series of myths about one's heroic ancestors.

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.

Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.

People who shut their eyes to reality simply invite their own destruction.