All of us know, whether or not we are able to admit it, that mirrors can only lie, that death by drowning is all that awaits one there. It is for this reason that love is so desperately sought and so cunningly avoided. Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.

If you're afraid to die, you will not be able to live.

All of Africa will be free before we can get a lousy cup of coffee.

If one cannot risk oneself, then one is simply incapable of giving. And, after all, one can give freedom only by setting someone free.

If all you want to do is make money, the very last thing you need is imagination.

There is something terribly radical about believing that one's own experience and images are important enough to speak about, much less to write about and to perform

how can one respect, let alone adopt, the values of a people who do not, on any level whatever, live the way they say they do, or the way they say they should?