I want to fly! I want to touch the sun!" "Finish your eggs first.

[T]here is only one large circle that we march in, around and around, each of us with our own little picture -- in front of us -- our own little mirage that we think is the future.

Once upon a time freedom used to be life-now it's money. I guess the world really do change.

Ball points belong to their age. They make everyone write alike.

There is always something left to love. And if you haven't learned that, you ain't learned nothing.

Sometimes, I can see the future stretched out in front of me - just as plain as day. The future hanging over there at the edge of my days. Just waiting for me.

Our Southside is a place apart: each piece of our living is a protest.