There's no anger ever in a spiritual. There's always the dream of a hope of a better day coming. That God understands the troubles that I'm experiencing.

I walk an 11-minute mile without huffing and puffing.

There has never been a time when I was not committed to, involved in, or caring of, the social and political issues of my world.

It is still more likely that a woman's power would be seen as aggression, and a man's power would be seen as assertion.

I want to keep learning, keep exploring, keep doing more.

I have a particular affliction. I am unable to say a word I can't spell.

I am deeply spiritual; I revel in those things that make for good - the things that we can do to shed a little light, to help place an oft-dissonant universe back in tune with itself... Long live art, long live friendship, long live the joy of life!