I am overwhelmed by the grace and persistence of my people.

We need to haunt the house of history and listen anew to the ancestors' wisdom.

Seek patience and passion in equal amounts. Patience alone will not build the temple. Passion alone will destroy its walls.

All knowledge is spendable currency, depending on the market.

There is a kind of strength that is almost frightening in Black women. It's as if a steel rod runs right through the head down to the feet.

Creativity or talent, like electricity, is something I don't understand but something I'm able to harness and use.

Now, after years of observation and enough courage to admit what I have observed, I try to plant peace if I do not want discord; to plant loyalty and honesty if I want to avoid betrayal and lies.