If we do not begin to practice the muscles of having a possessive investment in each other's oppressions, then we are in some serious trouble.

Run a hand through your hair, like the white boys do, even though the only thing that runs easily through your hair is Africa.

As artists we are here to make you uncomfortable with the complexity of your reality.

Love is the great test of the human. The human is tested by our ability to withstand love. Love is so difficult, it is so challenging, it demands of us that we wreck it with ourselves. It demands of us an honesty that few of us could sustain.

The whole culture is telling you to hurry, while the art tells you to take your time. Always listen to the art.

What else she doesn't know: that the man next to her would end up being her husband and the father of her two children, that after two years together he would leave her, her third and final heartbreak, and she would never love again.

Nobody likes children, your mother assured you. That doesn't mean you don't have them.